He reminded me of winter.

His eyes as light and dark

As the cold sky.

His actions reminded me of ice

Slippery and hard,

No knowledge of its actions.

He reminded me of snow.

Soft and delicate,

Beautiful and quiet.

He reminded me of

The desire of wanting to be back in front

Of your warm fire.

He reminded me of how winter softly

Turns into spring

Through the icicles melting

And the snow dissolves

And you see the green grass for the first time.

You see hope that things

Will be better.

He reminds me of

Hope

And beauty.

He reminds me of winter.