Have you met the snow, in ******?
Have you ever tried to pull its gown
Down? Anytime any effort to hail it
Without her shame and shyness?
It's a pursuit on the wall of a gallery.
When she's naked, she's nowhere
Around you. Her innocence is her
Beauty that attracts you, and you,
Like a fawn through the density,
Runs to hold it, to hug it, handcuff it
For yourself when summer frowns.