Winter's Kiss

I am a child of snow,
An ice-touched queen
With a heart that burns as
Bright as summer and hot as hell.
December calls with frozen chimes
And songs of long dead travellers
Trapped below a frozen lake where
Sails flicker in static motion and history
Gathers dust amongst the rigging of time.
But the spring brings warmth and life and death
To all things I know. The frost melts, the ground thaws
And my heart begins to go cold against the heat of my chest.
I am a child of winter, touched by the cold dead fingers of a witch
Whose kiss tasted like the melting ice of the spring rains.