Blanket made of white,

So beautiful, so renounced.

A distinct clear picture you are,

White and little and crafty and petite.

You bring a smile to my face.

You are everywhere I need you,

On special days.

You linger on my tongue.

Your soft cold kiss will remain on my face.

In fact, it leaves red marks in this frosty atmosphere.

Your romantic, peaceful, exciting, dangerous, and calm.

It's as if you fell from heaven. . .

Oh wait, you have.

And you have a name too.

It matches your personality-

You being there and then you not being there.

Your name is snow.

Snow. . .

What a beautiful name.

Calming and as perfect as the way you fall on the tree's tops.

And as you bask on the frigid ground in all your glory, I am only inspired to write and show, just how special you are in my eyes. . .