January 16, 2011

I am...

The bounding snow, that gives,
and gives with all her might.
Light and gentle, falls quietly, all around.
A pleaure to your eyes, until trodden all over
...dirt smitten and hardened
...driven to nothingness...by you!

Cold and severe yes, but just
to have you kindle a warmth in you
Much warmer within, at all times though...

As nothing does, I will not last either!
I am the bounding winter snow...
It'll soon be time for me...
...here the winters go!

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