Snow,
At least I think that that’s your name.
Falling like glitter in the wind.
So pale and simplistic.
Yet beautiful all the same.

See Google says you are
Atmospheric water vapour frozen into ice crystals and falling in light white flakes.
But even Google makes mistakes.

You are more than just evapourated water,
Encapsulated in cloud,
Left to freeze in the bitter cold,
Then fall through harsh winds
Roaring loud.

You are the evapourated sweat of a man in battle,
Ripping through the torsoes of his enemies.

You are the tears wiped from the face of a heartbroken lover.
You are the bitter screams of a child bearing mother.

You are memories,
You are the force of a thousand energies.

Snow they do not know what I know,
That’s why they undermine you so.

You are the toxic gases of a man racing through time and space,
To get to the airport in time to hold his lover in embrace

You are the bath houses of the past,
The sins of the present,
And the weaping repentance of the future.

You are every drop of blood spilt in the sands of time,
You are a poets every rhyme.

You are more than just ice encapsulated in cloud,
Falling in harsh winds,
Roaring loud.

See I have fallen through clouds,
And theyre just air,
A reminder of the force that keeps them there.

Im not talking about gravity,
Or of gods built on human depravity.

Snow they do not know what I know,
Thats why they undermine you so.

You are the squeals of joy,
Of the Indian boy who’d never seen you.
You are the rustling of leaves that lay beneath you.

You are the sweat and passion of lovers as they press against each others skin.
You are the water of those who aim to wash away their sin.

You are all this, I know
Dreams of winter told me so.