Until snow speckles the skies,
winter hides joy from colour-laden eyes.
There's no sparkle
from October to December,
as leaves lose their lustre,
as beaches become wastelands,
as sun-tanned skin fades to pale.

When stars finally fall to the earth as
flakes,
darkness is shaken away. Skin quivers
with the cold,
shivers growing more common and less discrete.
Little flecks of brilliance
reach down to the blinded,
returning vision to those
who hope only for a little bit of colour.
The first one to touch your nose,
having
come from the heavens,
describes more colourful times.

"Patience," it whispers.