I thought you’d like to know it’s snowing,
That the feathery flakes touch upon my eyelashes,
That I suck in the biting air,
That it swirls and descends swiftly from the white veil of heaven,
That it lands softly on my golden curls and melts into my tears.
You always said you wanted to live,
To feel the whirling wind surging,
Feathery cotton embedding itself in your ears,
Smiles dancing and gazing upward.
It’s so beautiful;
You’ll see it soon.
I’m worried you’ll miss the snow.
The powdery flurries are vanishing.
My rosy cheeks are dry by now.
Where are your brown eyes reflecting it all?