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Winter, please come swiftly

Valentina Llano

The spirit of winter is one always attempting to make me smile, My forlorn cheeks nestled in her cold palms. She comes with much welcome, With much content, I kiss her hands.

I laugh at her pranks that freshen the air, The wind that blows up women’s skirts and gives children colds.

The traditions we do in her honor, All as if I designed them. In some past life, I knew her, And put to record how to worship her. How to position the mistletoe just right, The crinkling of a leaving fire, The scent of pine and mint flooding homes.

How to include her in our time so that, She may come and lighten our year. With mistletoe and winter treats of mint and honey sweets, Knowing in the end, It’s all for me.

My calls and wishes to her whenever a chill breeze flows, I know it’s her. Sending letter, Messages of warning in advance.

“Take out your coats, my dear, The worn out scarves, And many pairs of gloves, The mud covered boots, The annual sled, For I will come and bestow my love.”