The Snowflakes Fell Sweet As They Were Silent,
Into A Mass Of Black Flowing Curls,
Though The Sky Was Dark It Was Not Violent,
The Thickets Were White And Creamy As Pearls,
The Flurries Fell Sluggishly--Easily,
They Danced So Elegantly To Their Death,
The Thought Can Change Making You Uneasy,
But That Disappears When They Catch Your Breath,
The Drifts Of Snow Capture The Angelic,
The Flakes Even Transform The Most Vicious,
Nurturing Their Scarred Souls Like A Relic,
The Flurries Are Graceful And Ambitious

The Snow Is Charming, But I Live For Sky,
Winter Mimic--Snow Is What Stars Cry