When it snows and the wind blows fast enough
that it doesn't look like falling anymore
                just like static on an old tv.

And it sounds like a whooshing of someone exhaling,
exasperated after a difficult day.
There's the occasional wail,
               interspersed among these sighs.

Like someone had their heart broken.
The screaming winds accompany sharp shards,
they pierce exposed skin and remind you of that
fairytale.

The one about childhood sweethearts,
and the freezing of hearts,
and the rescuing of boys.

The frozen glass makes the physical pain match
                     the sad sounds which is an eerie
                     sensation.
Like nature wants you to know it's hurting and suffer
with it too.