The man who loves snow

The Man Who Loves Snow

Sometimes I can see her
Smiling approach.
Ethereal as feathers
Grounded as stone
Shaping the land around me.
Changing the vista
To something mistier.

Sometimes I can see her
Faraway in his eyes
Green fields glistening now
With pure white silk.

I did not know
That she was snow.
Blowing in with a perfect storm
Melting away with the warmth of our fire.
Far off and beautiful
Whispering magic to his soul.
Still out there in the cold.

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