being with you is like
dancing with winter
the frigid breeze
slicing through the air
are your words blowing in my ears
the cold chill
of a hand placed on ice
is your touch on my skin
the majestic sight
of a snow capped mountain
or the magical view
of a once grassy pasture
swallowed by frost
is your face in my vision

the snow slowly melts
as the dance ends
and time springs forward
the wintry winds 
sweep through the wilderness 
of my mind 
leaving the trees
of my soul
bare

imbued with memories
i would be with you again
if only
for the dance