I’m not one to run out into the snow but I won’t deny its beauty

there's a crunch to it

like walking on gravel but softer

a gentle sort of solid

and it's cold

freezing, literally

flakes of it kiss

your raw cheeks and it's

almost warm

the way it clings to

your eyelashes

your lips get chapped

just standing there

I've never seen a blizzard

or a blanket ten inches thick

but I know how it smells

like lilac rain and marble

and I've seen it cover up

the ugly things

fresh fallen snow

is the purest thing you can

imagine experiencing

virgin in its sparkle

the sun hits it and

the ground glows

as if star dust has touched down

as if the whole world

were waiting for

your fingertips to caress

its surface