Tomorrow snow will cool the brightest light,
It’s trickled, liquid fire, by each touch
The sun bestows within dark fields that might
Become a living hollow, warm and blushed

The moment snow fell down from winter’s gale,
The blossoms freeze in time beneath the frost,
The blush turns blue beneath the icy veil,
And sheets of crystals gather as it’s lost

What withers, petal’s bones would turn to ash,
Would die beneath the sun that blessed its birth,
But stays forever frozen, living glass,
Eternal moments taken for no worth

Its petals glist’ning, silver as cold rain,
Its frozen time awaits more lovely change.