Early morning
Icy winds nip my window
Someone is approaching.

I duck under covers,
Pretending to be asleep.

Closer.

I peek through bed sheets,
An icy shiver runs down my back,
I know the winds did not cause it.

Closer still.

My face grows pale,
My mind screams, "Go Away,"
But my lips freeze together.
I stay

Silent

I see more clearly now
A figure approaching
Ghostly white
He seems to sit on the wind.

He glides up to my window,
Etches an image in it
A collage of delicate ice crystals,
Carefully placed in a pattern.

I stare at my window,
Enchanted.

The figure glides away.