Snow

I look into her pale blue eyes
That match her pale complaction
And see the euphoria pour
As she dances on the white surface
The sun peaks through the trees
The rays glare off her skin
As she looks at me with a smile
I hold her and greet her with a kiss
On her soft pink lips
Dead trees surround us,but
Her soul is alive like never before
The cold comes off her breath
As the cool wind picks up
She gives me one last kiss
Before she says goodbye...
Winter isn't winter
Without some Snow...