A Farewell to Winter

The winter months had chilled my bones and left me, somewhat, senseless; with their exit, I welcome the coming Spring.

The winter months find me cold.
It isn't just the hum-drum
of an ever present grey sky;
because even then, trees stand out
starkly against the bleak, grey, hue
in a beautiful contrariness.
It isn't just the temperature, which,
clutching at my toes, makes me
layer upon layer and retreat under my duvet.
It isn't even just the mildness, the indecisive
never one way or another all throughout its drizzle,
never kicking up a storm or blowing snow-
 a purgatory license sort of weather-
no.
The winter months find me cold
all because I am not loved. I have; receive, affections:
little things that make me smile and slightly
warm me up- a tentative touch on my hand;
a kiss from a friend full of feeling enough to burst...
They make me smile, certainly,
but it's never quite what I want.
I balk a little, under pressure; retreat inside a hollow
heart-shaped cave and try to purge myself of all animosity-
for like only attracts like-
and as the cold creeps in I realise just what it is I want:
this sturdy ground to set me up
and give me strength to carry on:
It is to fall in love, and know I'm
equally loved.