100 Paths

I see You in the start of winter
I see You in the trembling sneeze
I see You in the scarves and sweaters
Lying in the balcony, soaking up the breeze.

I see You in the morning chill
I see You in the dogs sniffing for a treat
I see You in the smell of wool
In hugs that seek not love, but cold hard heat.

Every time the season changes
I see You in its twist and turn
Whenever I get complacent and forget You
You smile, change avatar and return.