With the Winter's Bite

And with the winter’s bite she left.

But with less certainty that’d she return.

The unknowing a reminder,

That I am not as strong as I think.

I was left behind, following her tracks in the snow,

Wind fighting against my purpose.

By the time I thought I was caught up,

The prints would be gone and so would she.

And with the winter’s bite, she left,

And I realized,

I didn't want spring to come.