Winter morning

I wrote most of this a couple weeks ago, just gave it a little touch up so I thought would share it.

On this day so dark and snowy,
I start feeling sad and lonely,
Trapped in masculinity.

I decide to change attire,
Searching for a spark of fire,
from her personality.

Woken from her hibernation,
Feeling such rejuvenation,
From her new ascendancy.

Delectation and enchantment,
Feeling such pure contentment,
Full of joy and gaiety.

Now she must reverse the process,
Cover up in sullen drabness,
Back to dreaming pensively.

Of the day my femininity,
Buried oh so deep within me,
Rises so voraciously.

Jules