This is the time of year you will forget.
You will forget the taste of the cold and the silence of the snow.
You will forget the frozen fields and the hollow grass.
But the snow will forgive you, it will always forgive you.
Because it loves you.
Its exterior may be chilled and bitter,
But what lies inside?
A warm, beating heart
Frozen, it sleeps encased in a crisp, damp, shell.
Is it drowning?
Never. No matter how bleak the remnant of the world remains,
The raindrop continues to dream in its peaceful sleep.
Loving you, from inside its ...