Snow & Sticks

For a businesswoman, she is very kind. She is the winter giving her hand to autumn as they trade places. Autumn stands back and watches Winter do her work, covering Autumn's leaves and grass until everything is white, white, white. Winter walks quickly and with purpose, a silver pocket watch dangling from her pocket. She wears pants with a sports jacket and is never late. If anything, she is always early. Earlier than expected and earlier than preferred. She doesn't like the sun, but she likes making people cold just so they can be warm inside. She would rather have people watch her from inside than trample her work under her boots. She loves watching people have a kiss underneath the trees, raining down the fluffy flakes of her tears and laughter. She prefers coffee over tea but will drink tea if it is black and un-sweetened, just like her coffee. We're not trying to make Winter sound like a rock with a brain; we are merely telling the truth. Truth is that Winter is cold, and Winter is cold because there is not a woman for her. She evaporates and melts if she is paired with summer. She is too different from fall, for she destroys it. Spring always wants the front stage, and pops flowers through her blanket of cold white. To exist with someone the same as her is a luxury. Mud season will turn her dirty and slushy. How about stick season? There's already a song about it. They just forgot to mention how sticks and snow seem to go together.