Winter Woman

The Winter Woman, cold yet alluring,
Wrapped in silence, profoundly securing,
Like the hush of a snowfall, soft and sublime,
Her presence a canvas, painted by time.

Outlined in shadows, her elegance stark,
In hues of deep sapphire, she leaves her mark.
A cloak of soft wool, elegant and wide,
She shimmers in silver, the moon as her guide.

The Winter Woman, stunning and enchanting,
Bold in her stillness, with icy eyes granting
A mist of crisp mornings, her breath on the air,
Whispers of frost, a chill everywhere.

She dances in snowflakes, a delicate trace,
With the grace of a whisper, she glides through the space.
Endlessly fragrant, like pine, her eyes like fire,
She stirs up the magic, kindling desire.

And what shall the Man offer in reply?
A warmth of his spirit, like sun from the sky…
He’ll envelop her softly, in starlit embrace,
Becoming the warmth in her wintry grace.

He'll wear the thick wool of a gentleman's care,
With a heart that’s as bold as the crisp evening air.
He'll breathe in her essence, the chill and the glow,
For deep in the heart, the season's love flows.

With a hint of rich brandy, and laughter like song,
He’ll cherish the Winter, where both souls belong.
And together they'll weave, through the cold,
Talling the tale of the Winter Woman, charming, sweet and bold.