New one, another poem about Winter

I'm still mulling over Winter, Act 1 - got some tremendous feedback from a talented writer and if I put the WIP aside, I really need to re-work it. Or, why else get the crit? :-)

In the meantime, Winter is up to other business, see below:

Winter’s Love Letter

I smoothed it over for you, love.

Twenty miles an hour (gusting up to fifty)

Isn’t easy for half a day, at ten below.

But I’d always do it for you.

The canvas outside your window

Is picture perfect

To lay your dreams on, my love.

The hoarfrost took timing

Of course, but how else may

I shower you with diamonds?

I’ve long loved your pale

cheeks tinted with roses

But, then, I’m sorry for the bite

Every time.  Please forgive

A tired old man

His old-fashioned ways.

If I give you a new down

Blanket tonight

Would you come to me under the stars?