‘a plea to lights treachery’

 Winter, teach me

how to love

you:

how to embrace

your cold

calculating arms

your cruel

iced laced

charms

And

how

to warm your frozen fingers

(against my skin)

as I pull you in;

away from

your own vain

vapour

(teach me Winter...

   ...teach me how

 to love 

* you  *)

                       ~   SarahA. O’Leary Copyright ©  2017