Snow
Lucy Donaghey
(Rugby)
Cascading,
Tumbling,
Never fumbling,
Crystal snowflakes glide,
In the cold air outside,
Time slows down as they so softly
fall,
Descending from the clouds in the
bleak sky, flying past the treetops tall,
Yet how can winters kiss so harsh
and cold form anything so beautiful,
Wind that turns your breath into
dissipating haze,
From that twists your soul,
But winter parts,
Melting
Hearts.