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

but

within the walls of her heart

in the marrow of her bones

was ice.

 

 

Inspired by Creativity Portal Winter Writing Prompt: The Touch of Winter