Winter’s Child

By: Heather Nanni

Born as snow fell with winter in his soul

he welcomes her.

As soft flakes fall from charcoal skies

he listens to her whispered messages

carried by winds that rattle frozen branches

and cast their icy coats onto the frozen ground,

playing the sound of tinkling bells.

And he presses his nose against frosted window panes

and peers inside the warm homes

aglow with firelight.

And he understands that too.

But he is winter’s child

and with her he will play on the other side.

Outside where those within splendid homes

understand him.