Few people have heard the story,
Of the first snowflake to make the journey,
To hug and save the heating earth,

He travelled with wind for many miles,
To reach the ground he thought he missed,
He was dead as soon as they kissed.

cracking lips.*
winter screams, they've been hiding in my limb.


licking tongue.
drying lips, while soaking in my river so thin.


shining eyes.
morning ding, rhyming and echoing till the brim.


what they've been hiding, is all *frost.
what they've been shining, is all mist.


It feels.  It feels.

**Winter is knocking.

It rains dogs and cats outside                                                                                          And I see that clearly on our windows' glass panes ...                                                    It's a different Winter                                                                                                            Inside those ugly tents of shame ....................                                                                  It's very cold anywhere and everywhere                                                                        Simply because that's the way with it ........................                                                             All kids stayed inside their tents                                                                                                Just to die as a cause of that cold weather ..........................                                                       Storm Huda , some days ago , brought everything                                                              That was extremely bad and ugly ..................                                                                Some kids got perished inside                                                                                         Their ugly and cold tents .....................                                                                       In Winter and only in cold Winters ,                                                                         Death tolls might increase rapidly anytime ................                                               _____________________

Upon a snow flake a word is centre
Caught within an exhaled
Breath
Revealed a moment
Of winters tale,
Each now like glass semi transparent
Every breath reveals another
But soon to white they turn
A story
Lost,
Absent,
Hidden
From view, the little one
Ran, scarpered as fast as little legs can go,
Mother,
Father,
Sister,
&
Brother,
Wait child what is the rush,
"A winters tale"
"I breathed upon it"
But the moment faded, the word was lost
They went out side
As gentle flakes feel,
She breathed upon a single tear of snow
As before the word glistened,
"Do you see"
"Do you believe"
Astonishment,
Wonder,
Confusion
Mouths ajar at what eyes just seen,
As before the moment passed
Word had faded as lost
In the fresh linen of snow,
Each was ready,
Inhaled breath
Exhaled,
Words appeared, glistening within
Mothers word was
"The"
Father exhaled,
"Meaning"
My brother sneezed upon one
"Of"
Mandy
"Ate one"
Then realised, exhaled on passing ones,
"Christmas"
I waited, as many fell upon
My face, I exhaled
"Is"
But as we breathed none did change,
Is what, then
Goofy barked, dog breath greeted
Flakes
Falling
Slowly,
The word brought a smile to all,
"Family"
They were still upon the blanket of white,
Each picked the chosen flake,
It was glass, as if the word etched,
Upon the mantle piece each sat,
"The Meaning Of Christmas Is Family"
We all smiled at the winters tale,
We each exhaled a breath and a story was told..