The first time you saw the snow, you knew
you’d fallen under her trance. You watched as she
sprinkled lights across your once sullen skies
And when she melted away, you swore you’d find her again
The silent windows watched you wait, until—
She came back in a blizzard. She was everywhere,
dashing through the wind in a cold-hearted dance
as you trudged your feet through her suffocating grasp
But at the very least, she was here— you were
dreading the day she would die a dull puddle
more than you dreaded her icy breath
freezing you until you were numb to the world
Her home was a world away in the sky
And when you thought you could reach out your hands
to hold her, she slipped away into a silent water droplet,
dripping through your numb fingers as you grasped thin air
She bit you with piercing fangs of frostbite— and you,
hands shaking, ears purple, eyes glazed over—
you let her teeth sink in; you watched her as she
made flowers keel over in nauseating agony
And when the last of her was swallowed back into the sky,
you reached out with your thawing hands; you
screamed at the gentle sun for taking away your
heartless winter:
Thank you.
