List to me a set of wonders, an assortment of things that make my skin prickle.

Like the first snowdrop that lands on my tongue and evaporates into a liquid,

A liquid that retraces the slow developing lines across my face and brings about a childish smile

With cold nipped fingertips and cherry red noses.

Rosy cheeks that remind children of being pinched by elders.

Warm potions made from fruitful nectars brought at the market weeks ago.

Sipping from chipped ceramic mugs painted a shining black that glistens white when under soft candlelight.

Flames flicker in and out behind adhesive covered jars as their wicks decrease by the hour.

Counting sand like the repetitive motion of a leaky faucet,

Losing track of how many drops have hit the slippery marble

And falling into a deep slumber as snow blankets the rooftops.

Awake to a morning of fog and frosty windows painted with fingertip smiley faces and hearts

Dedicated to the return of winter.