Welcome winter.

 I saw your stars, your moon.
I imagined I could rise up

and drift through the veiled constellations,
 glide through the claws of the crab, the horns of the bull, and the mist of Aquarius,
leaving behind the scent of roses and milkweed, fresh grass, and burning
autumn leaves.

  while others froze, I'd float as I rose, and wrap myself in mist,
weaving strands of aurora green.