You, Me And Old Winter

we lay together
limbs enmeshed
our shared and panting breath
so cool upon our fading ecstasy
while outside,
beyond the fragile walls of home
Old Winter cared enough
to pile his frozen drifts
of snowflake joys against
our frost-rimed windowpanes
and ice-bound frozen doors
to hide our aftermath of love
from lonely prying eyes
and keep us sheltered safe within
a golden skein of furnace warmth

who dares to say Old Winter is my enemy?
for while a cold and cruelly uncaring death
awaits beyond the confines of our tenuous
and sheltered warmth for those
who unsuspecting march into
his unforgiving, cold embrace,
for you and I
his soft, deep wind-borne drifts against
our frost-imprisoned home are precious
sacred gifts for they keep us
walled away inside and thus
they keep you here,
entwined,
with me.