Snow Daze

A chill rose the morning as the sun danced away
While snow chose her fall, — beneath invading gray
Frozen for my darling, — a fallen flake she lay
Never to drift another, from the heavens in that way

Talking over hours, with a cloud gloomed hue
Of snow powdered Showers, — that accumulate of you
We covered all so deeply, — while the wind bitterly blew
The cold grows beneath me — the grassy green of you

To walk is not elementary, in all she left behind
flurrying through my memories,– shall they never melt in time
She sugar coated souls, and left a dusting in my eye
To leave the world noted, the sweetness –her disguise

The blizzard has not ended, tho’ the sun has bore his grin
I think of days my coat was mended, — and wore you once again
Gazing flakes in school days — For a moment I pretend
I have you now in every way, — I want the snow again

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