Snow, Snow
How I love it when you fall.
I love the way
You crunch beneath my feet.
Perfect and orderly snowflakes
Rearranged by the heaviness of my sole.
So distinct you are to this
Ordained season.
White, cold, and quiet.
You hit the ground
Not as the lightning cracks
Nor as the rain splats.
Your decent is soundless,
Yet unmistakably
The purest and most visible
Of them all.
I am new to this town, Snow,
So perhaps my love for you
Will not endure as so
But for now, my beloved, my perfect friend,
Fall, and continue to fall
Because I love you so.
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