The Girl Who Loves Winter Wakes

Snowy Dreams by Natalia Drepina

The Girl Who Loves Winter

sleeps through the summer months

Impenetrable

to the sun's assault

She dreams

of a white fox

If you look closely,

you might see her silvery whiskers

and her ivory coat,

soft as elder down

The Girl Who Loves Winter

begins to stir and stretch

She lifts her head

just as you are bringing your plants indoors

before the first frost

Lento heartbeat

quickens to restless accelerando

as she steps into the cold

The Girl Who Loves Winter

raises her head to the granite sky

Snowflakes fall on her eyelashes

like butterfly kisses

from a long lost love.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Birthdays in January

The Girl Who Loved Winter Sleeps

image by Rosie Hardy, self-portrait

The girl who loved winter

knew warmth

Kissed by a dream

Morpheus seduced

She slept

Snowflakes fell

like sand in her eyes

The wind rocked her

in its icy arms

and sang to her a haunting lullaby

She slept

a deep and primal sleep

A she-bear in her cave

Embraced by long black hair

A blanket of herself

thick and sweet-smelling

The girl who loved winter

cossetted by the cold

felt warm

The winter sheltered her 
like a puppy wrapped in an eiderdown quilt

A small beating heart

within the vast whiteness.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, First and Last Lines (in which we are to take a last line from a previous poem and make it the first line of a new one.  I used two last lines: The Girl Who Loves Winter III and The Longing and made them my first three lines of this one.

The Girl Who Loves Winter III

Winter breeze by Pure-Poison 89

The girl who loves winter

feels lonely

in her snow globe

She talks

to the ghosts of her breaths

and dances alone

to the music of icicles dripping

and windsong

One night she prays

to her favorite snow angel

for someone to love

Come morning

she finds frozen earth

a sodden feather

and puddles of angel tears

The girl who loves winter

feels cold

in a way that she doesn’t like

This scares her

She grabs

fistfuls of snow

She builds

and builds

The girl who loves winter

builds a snow lover

with branches for arms

stones for eyes

holly berries for a mouth

ready to receive her lips

The girl who loves winter

kisses her lover

Lips blue upon blue

Cold upon cold

She is embraced

by arms just born

Caressed by hands

new to touch

The girl who loves winter

knows warmth.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry's Wed. Challenge, Worldbuilding

The Trouble With Golems

The girl who loved winter

was lonely

and cold

She liked the cold

but the loneliness

made her cry

Her tears were warm

and salty

like a good melancholy broth should be

The girl who loved winter

wanted to wrap herself around someone

to feel the kisses of lips, not just snowflakes

to feel the nip upon her neck

of something other than

the cold wind

That night, the girl who loved winter

wished upon all the stars

in the winter circle

Upon rising, she found

not a lover

but cold, hard earth

Never one to take ‘no’ for an answer

the girl who loved winter

set to work

She put on her robe

(she didn’t have a white robe, just pink

but it soon became white with snow)

She kneaded

She molded

She wrote of truth and of her god

The girl who loved winter

made a golem

and told it to love her

At first it was great

an attentive yet silent lover

always at her bidding

But then she started feeling bored

Suffocated and, frankly, 

all that mud everywhere was getting tiresome

The girl who loved winter

knew it was time for the golem to die

But how does one bury a pile of earth?

The girl who loved winter

 buried the golem under a blanket of snow

with a snow angel on top.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Fridays, Do You Believe In Magic? 

to read more about the legend of the golem (he's like Frankenstein, only Jewish!), see  http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Judaism/Golem.html