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.
Nebulous my emotions — falling like feathers.
Descending into thoughts of you,
Damper the rolling plains,
Fawning over you —
Brings warmth to the chill and distils the darkness when it falls.
Through the bathing moonlight, the wind murmurs your name and it beginnings to snow.