Staying North

Late season snowstorm
not even falling, somehow
suspended, boiling in updrafts
if snow can boil
Large flakes, heavy with weightlessness

Is it genetic, this need to see winter,
To pull it around me
warming my soul with cold shrouds
A north country man, longing for south
Held here by need of winter magic

Comfort lies nearer equatorial lines
Warm colors, a gentle breeze of friendship
more easily acquainted in unbundlement
In love with places leaves never fall
Drawn there, held here

The insideness of winter
Steaming breath left at the door
Chairs pulled to warmth of fires
Conversation intimately huddled
A warmth in cold, found nowhere else