Watership

i thought i'd seen it all before.
beside a streetlamp; cold as ice.
clinging on its four feet; a rat. i looked at it
for a full minute.
it scrambled off.
i stood out for a while, trying to understand
the strange texture of this place.
jagged waters, brilliant moonbeams.
everything was electrified, intensified.
he led me by the hand, slowly winding his fingers through mine.
tingling, river sharp senses. i felt together,
yet alone. i didnt know where i was going.
i didnt even know where i was.
who are you? i had asked, my heart a strange sense of wariness.
i am Winter, you reply, your lips a faint touch of a snow drop.