Oh Winter Dear

Oh Winter dear,

Your company is mysteriously delightful, yet harsh at times to us sunny souls.
Would you be so kind as to deliver a word to our dearest Summer?
She is concealed behind your icy wings, waiting for us to chant for her to re-appear, with her yellow feathers & reddish notes.
We beg of you, let her know that we are waiting for her under an olive tree whilst gazing at the cobalt horizon and conjouring up the scent of salty summer waves when she orders the Sun to set.
We are waiting for her under an arch painted in heartwarming Lulaki blue, writing memories from her last visit and embracing. Brushing our lips against one another so she feels the warmth of our love and gift us her warmth once more.
We are waiting for her brave advent so we might celebrate at the edge of that sacred hill, where our ancestors talked to her and celebrated her arrivals with fire, incense, laughter and lust.
You, Winter dear, you must always come so our Summer can shine again.

Sincerely Yours

Gilbert Halaby