Winter and My Skin

Winter mornings are special
The winters are soft here
I feel it on my skin,
As soft as the winter
They like each other,
My skin and winter.
They are made of the
Same material, of doubt
And of beauty that is
Hard to find.
I wrap a shawl to keep
My skin away from
Winter, what if I learn
The freedom of winter?
Silent and cool and calm
In her own element,
In some places, dangerous
In others, a grace.