Flakes cascade from the blustery
Sky like water spilling over rock,
Covering bare branches and empty
Earth in an embrace as pure as
Her sparkling eyes.
A white blanket enrobes the path
We try to make our own despite
Footprints left by the boots of
Braver souls. The tracks fade with
Her flowing steps.
This icy hand reaches for her winter
Skin, blue and white from the chill.
She reaches back to me, cold and fragile.
Heat floods us as the weather flutters like
Her flawless heart.
Silence surrounds while the snowfall
Forces the world to stop. Her gaze,
Her grace, her gentle heart—they melt
The glaciers within me. I can feel
Her angel wings.
If only the season would never change.