White Romance

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.