The first time I saw Her was in the snow fields leading to my home. I had to stop to behold the creature in front of me

The Snow itself must have breathed Her into existence.

Her eyes - could have been made of ice

Though there was something warming in Her gaze.

Walking closer, She holds our her hand.

Suddenly I feel Alive.

She must be Real.

Her name was Winter. (I know what you must be thinking: How Cliche) Several months later she would move in.

Several more she would start melting

It seems so insignificant to even mention what went wrong.

They tried everything to help Winter.

The seasons passed once again. The sun melted away all the snow..

And

Winter left our world

***The Photo is Madigan of Of Storms Photography. Check out her Facebook Page by clicking on the picture! Check out her Winter Album. The whole thing inspired this poem. I just really liked that particular picture.