Waiting for Winter

I wait for winter
in her heavy white boots
and sharp sparkling nails
her 5th avenue white fur coat
and flushed pink cheeks
she wears black tights
taught over thin, toned legs
summer and autumn
watch her in envy
as she walks by 
both still round and supple
winter doesn't smile
she only glances knowingly
at the people who see her
dripping in cold superiority
spring trails behind her
clinging to winters milky hand
whith her own bitten, pastel pink nails
and chubby fingers
I wait for the cold embrace of winter
the heavy nights she brings
the comparisons and insecurity
the designer sweater I will borrow 
and forget to return
the white dusrting 
she leaves on each bathroom counter
her season in the city will begin
as it always does
quietly
until her dinner parties
shut down schools and subways
and eventually tabloids fill
with her photos
at exclsuive clubs
red eyed and sweaty
makeup dripping
and she'll make her disappearance
once again