Winters Promise

Got bored, wrote a poem.

Steam billows from my moist breath, dissipating before fully formed
as the wind rips it away from me in haste, like a callow lover.
The snowflakes fall steadily, melting before my eyes
making small rivulets of water, cruel is the bitter cold.
Warmth from the fire, chases away a chill, yet
Shivers run down my spine, the hairs on my neck stand.
I hear a voice, calling to me on the merciless wind
Sweeping over me, dusting the unmelted snowflakes from my eye lashes
Murmuring supplications and fallacies
Heeding it, I close my eyes and rest, for crass I have become.
Warmth blossoms into me, and for a time, I am content
Until I know no more.