Windows tend to rattle 
When the frigid winds of winter arrive.

Sycamores waving limbs
While seasonal change is stirring the air.

Glistening whiteness drifts
As fallen snow spreads over the rooftops.

Bright sunlight gleams briefly
Peeking through the gray clouds floating above.

Watching our breaths puffing,
The city sounds and smells are now muted.

Skipping through clinging flakes
Gloved hands grip tightly as we run and play.

Gritty rooflines shedding
Moisture to the streets and alleys below.

Daylight shortens each day
Speeding couples back to their apartments.

Darkness quickly descends
As welcome heat radiates through the rooms. 

We lovers are cuddling,
Sharing passionate ardor from our core.

Sleep overcomes we two
While quilts have covered us as we embrace.

Winter night brings sweet dreams
To lovers safe behind rattling windows.