November 21st | "South"

I once knew a girl
named North
who dreamed
she was a snowflake,
and covered her mouth
in melodic laughter
whenever we looked
her way.

Her brother
was not as
sweet,
though he was
all smiles.
He gave us gifts
for a while
to butter us up
and wear us dry
as we filled the lakes with sighs.

I once knew that boy
named South
better than any
for I had seen
his better side,
his truer stride
and I was content
with it all;
But with rain comes snow
and Summer follows Fall,
and down south we glide
back home.