The first time he ever held her hand
it was at night
and it was freezing outside
a blizzard was on its way, the weather reports said.
The first time he kissed her
it was just after noon
it was snowing that day
the sky was blue and gray.
On the night he asked her to marry him
the roads and trees were covered in verglas and frost
from storm that fell upon them as silent as snow
stay inside the weather reports said.
On the night he left her
it was warm, it was raining
and the sky was full of mosquitos and stars
within the walls of her heart
in the marrow of her bones
Inspired by Creativity Portal Winter Writing Prompt: The Touch of Winter