We wake up to it
A white flurry of tiny crystals
Ever changing, ever intricate, ever beautiful
We smile.

Picture Perfect
We reach out to them, but they melt into icy water
They belong to another world
We will never get close enough to see
The intricate designs, the delicate architecture, the wonderful patterns
They are too cold.

Untouchable,
Never condescending to speak to us
Reserved, Calm and Wonderful.

Snow.