Love

She loved snowflakes

and the way they melted in her hair

and in her hands

and on her tongue

She loved the stars

and how they shone at night

somehow making her feel less alone

even though they were so far away

She loved Winter

even though she could barely stand the cold

still she ran out in her coat and scarf and boots

and shivered as she watched the falling snow

She loved the snow

although her skin had never felt its cool kiss

and the coldest caress she knew was when the wind tangled its fingers in her hair

She loved the stars

even though the bright lights in the city skies

meant she had never seen the millions of souls

winking down from the heavens

She loved Winter

even though every day was sun and wind and rain and heat

and she never knew what it meant when Jack Frost was supposed to be nipping at her nose

That, she supposed, could be the howl of the wind

the steady roar of falling rain

every time the dark clouds rolled by

And that was why she would always grab her

umbrella

jacket

boots

and stand, shivering, watching the rain fall

It reminded her of the snow and the stars and the Winter she never knew of.