• Snow,
    Cold and crisp
    bites to the touch
    as it nips at your uncovered wrists
    your breath can be seen
    as it reveals the millions of dancing snow angels
    floating gently through the air

    you feel the urge to dance along
    into complete bliss
    to freeze all the problems of the world
    when is suddenly turns into a soft mist
    and you know, the men are out to play
    not as gentle, not a graceful
    but just as pleasurable

    underneith the sun you sang
    underneith the moon you danced
    but underneith the snow and rain
    you dance and humm
    making even the worst
    seem the best

    A blanket it leaves
    draped along the ground
    in a sweet memory
    of the peace and calm
    that you should always be