Crystals of light
danced
upon the snow;
faerie glitter
for the Winter fae,
and I felt the sharpness
of his blue eyes
as crows danced all around me;
but when I turned
he was never
there—
I wonder if Winter’s fae meant to surprise me,
to catch me off guard,
force me into the harshness of a kiss
that I didn’t want,
but I felt my chagrin rise as the snow was above
my knees;
and I heard his laugh
in the howling of the wind, yet when I looked
he wasn’t there—
the crows screeched at me, and I think they
must have known Winter would
shoot a cold through my bones that
took my breath,
but when I opened my eyes,
he wasn’t there;
only the icy blue reflection of his eyes upon the snow.
