It lightly blows the stately
flakes in all directions and will
not bite your ears and fingertips raw.
flow about. Cheeks are rosy red
and noses run, just a little.
The tiny thousand of thousand flakes
stick in your sheen of black hair.
Something mysterious, something inviting,
something incredibly romantic
hiding in each individual flake.
Come outside . . .
Experience this with me.
I cannot let myself fall . . .
Feel the snow surround you.
Each flake, my friend, catching me,
Shielding me from the ground,
Sliding me along
I cannot let myself . . .
Feel the lights warm you.
Snowmen, our servants and
greeters; children throwing
each other to the ground,
-I'm cold-
casting snowballs at one another.
Come further, come deeper.
Awaken the flowers, awaken the hearts,
Play the music, forget the past.
Winter-
I'm so cold
-I tried to warm you-
Let's go inside
-I cannot tame my nature
Sit by the fire . . .
Spring misses the beauty
of flakes spiraling around the earth,
Something hidden
the feeling of Christmas, the lights
beaming through the dark-
Something . . .
Two seasons in a joyous life,
Each envying the other.
You say, "I'm cold."
You say, "Sit by the fire,
be warm. It could be so perfect."
I need to fling myself to the
snowbanks. I need to feel
their cold frosty teeth
biting my skin. I need this-
I cannot . . .
Throw yourself. Let the wind
carry you as a flake.
Something hidden . . .
I am in the air, I am flying!
The snow falls to my bare
skin. So uncomfortable, so cold.
I love it uncontrollably.
(Sit by the fire)
Heaven - you frighten me!
Let me feel the snow against
my spine. Carry me through
highs and lows and circles and
spirals like a snowflake.
Come out in the snow
Perfect is perfect is perfect is . . .
and play with me, now.
I know it's not perfect,
It's snow, I love it still.