Even In A Blizzard, I Still Think Of You Poem by Nicole Andrews

Oh! How I wish you could see the snow
The thick gully of ashes
Crisp in the grey tumbleweed reflection
The dusty outskirts that curve over curbs
And slip into the drains.
 
White cotton balls land on the lips of strangers
The welcomed commotion stirs up the scene
It's got them thinking
It's like that night I came over to your house
The thick white duvet as two lovers lay
It does something
The broken legs of split trees
The snow lands in the centre of the part
Filling up the sensitive heart.
 
It's an ice rink, we're getting lost on a round about
The cars are golden glasses and the horizon,  
Can be seen in the mirror of the tarmac
It's a showdown of dismembered limbs
People fall in a natural way
Landing on an arm, bent leg or the gravel thumb
You would laugh at the danger!
Down on these London streets today, the world is alive
And so am I, and so are you.