Winter Kin

By Bookishkind @bookishkind
The sky is your playground, Yet you seek a friendlier place, For a time. Before you leave, You paint the sky, With feathers and song. I will remember you, All season long.

Yet

Here comes the winter kin, To take your place, To make the cold, A friendlier place, For me and my kind, Who drench themselves, In what they can find, When scarce it becomes.