I'd like to go to winter for writing

I'd like to go to winter for writing
to open up its greys
and seat myself at its cold table
boiling over with ice
and let the snows dance and whirl
Whisper to me what to say

Summer does not want writing
no,
she wants to grab you by the hand
and run off with you
strip you naked and fill your time
and smile at the pen nib, gone to rust

I'd like to go to winter for writing
But it's by appointment only.