I. Snowflakes
The wind;
Your lips on my neck.
A bite I welcome after hiding.
The sick and shut in look forward to visits.
Even chaperoned sessions under snowy skies.
Flurries of emotions
Falling like single clusters of ice,
Heavy enough to fall,
Light enough to catch a ride on a wasted breath.
Sticking together
Like a blanket of frost
Over a bed of memories trapped in rear view mirrors.
Crochet Kingpin 
Anticipation
What will happen?
How much is expected?
I dont really care how much, just as long as the forecast rings true
I welcome any number of inches
Waiting outside with my mouth open wide
Longing for the first flake to caress my tongue
Please let it snow tonight.