La Belle Blanche

The first day you brought me roses it snowed while the dawn broke and the orb shadowed behind your clouds. It fell from our sky and slid down our noses but we ventured together in the trenches of the forest. We played with pigeons and fed them what we had, your roses still in my arms. I returned to my abode to realize that you had left me and all that was left of you were the their petals. That night my fingers were frozen sticks and my feet melted by the fire, swallowing the last of our adventures and burning your petals forever.