Snowstorms

Your reflection appears
In the weather outside my window
Snowstorms, where you dance
An apt floor for your feet
Mirroring elements
With bone chilling rhythm
Blades provide a smooth glide
While you slice and dice with poise
Hard hitting
Deceitful tenderness
White and soft
Flesh piercing cold
Musical elegance
And haunting melodic tunes
Guide knives towards their targets
Evil and quiet precision
Sweet sounds of smashed hearts fill the air
Move effortlessly to the beat
Traces of true image
bring you closer into view
Frost bites my aching hands
As I extend one out for greeting
You don't tread lightly
You come down with crushing weight
Heavy and solid
Out for the kill
Arctic winds
Freeze everything they touch
You set the stage then become it
Cold as ice