winter

she's the last day of winter
and I don't mean the last day of the season

I mean the last day a few weeks into spring where you wake in fleece pyjamas and your breath still forms clouds when you're outside

She's the crisp cool air that forces you to take a deep breath and relax

she's the content warmth you feel once you're back inside your house, snuggled up with a book

she'll have you begging her not to leave

and the saddest part? you won't know it's the last day until until after she's gone