someday, you'll see winter

for Nutella

someday, you'll see winter
shivering outside your doorstep,

whistling through the frosted window,
apologizing for being so damned cold.

and one day when you rise out of bed
and see that nothing has really changed

other than a fresh layer of snow
underneath the dogwood tree,

you say to yourself, ah,
and gulp air down like fresh water.

it wasn't her fault anyway, was it?
taking your coat, and forgetting the house key,

but not locking the door, becoming a new
leaf in a clear sky, a new story,

and the wind like a blanket
that will soon fit for your comfort.