the Sun had set and the night sky was clear
as the storm headed out to Sea
leaving the new fallen snow
glistening in the moon's light
I viewed from my mountain top home
as she made her way across the white oasis
leaving not a sign in the cold powder
she was as I remember
her fire red hair flowing past her shoulders
her gentle eyes of sky blue
her warmth felt through the chilling air
of this December night
she visits me at every snowfall
for it was her favorite time
'there is nothing more beautiful'
she would say
smiling through her heart
she walks to the edge of the wood
where we would often sit below the first pine
pauses
and sends a whisper my way
caught by the wind and delivered
just before vanishing behind a swirling gust of white