Serpentinarium

Winds of winter, collar turned up
Chilled hands cradling breath drifting in
Frigid air through pink fingers
Like memories escaping into time

Over there, dark eyes smiling
A door, a light, a fire inside
Low voices and poetry
Summer conjured in seconds

Cold pushed back a while
Chill relieved, aches soothed
Images of hummingbirds, flower to flower
Winter looks to Spring