Every time I think of you, it snows in my heart.
Tenuously it falls.
The beauty distilled through the chill — the blanket that becalms the grey.
On days like this, I never tire.
In reverie, I stare at the outside.
Reveals the inside the glistening, soft, moist flesh — the fly to the ripening fruit.
Basking in quiet reflection, the glow warms the heart.