The winter wind is searching for a love
To love her like one loves the fall,
spring, summer, seasons better thought of
Than her silent biting chill, her pall.
Forgotten, crystal blooms on bare-branched trees,
Crisping air that skates on glassy lakes
Wakes the spirit, opens sleepy lungs to breathe
While snowflakes choose their own design to make.
Now she hisses sleet through blizzard teeth,
Love me for who I am and what I bring.
There is no resurrection without death,
Without a sleep, no dreams, no notes to sing.
Hear my lonely recitative,
Say you love me. Say it to me, please.
— Sarah Edwards
