learning to like winter

winter I know that I haven't always loved you,
but right now I can see your appeal.
when you let your snow fall
sometimes it rides on the billows of wind
gets tangled in my hair, creating a white halo
feathering my lashes and melting on my outstretched tongue.
the powdered sugar tastes smooth, softer than cream
with an indefinable flavor.

it piles up only to be blown away
then the volume compacts the powder to weigh it down
and sodden clumps fly from my hand to Nick's back

now, days later, it's the crunchableness that draws me in
to jump and stomp and crush its heaps.
I kick and karate chop icicles from branches, bottoms of cars and gutters,
except for when they serve as my brittle sabers in my duels which inevitably end with a snap.

Read some answers to the question Why I Blog from Brook, Leigh, Brittany and Katie

Also, I got a Facebook page just for The Book of Love, so you no longer need to be my "friend" to see when I post. You can like The Book of Love here and stay current on my posts. I'll probably share some of the outtakes from my photoshoots on Facebook since I try not to overwhelm you with too many pictures per post. In fact, I'll share some from this snow shoot that I didn't include today.