Snow Memory

I think snow is nicest as it grows dark

air, lapis lazuli blue

frame icicles spikes that glow

sapphire bright in December night

Anything possible in innocence's wake

Gerda and the Snow Queen

could pay a visit

The Snow Queen's hair
and diamond-laced gown
white enough to make my eyes ache

I turn the corner and see Hans Brinker
with silver skates waiting...

Lying on my back with neck exposed to icy snow
I show him my Snow Angel,

Standing up the wings are perfect in the indented snow

With my innocence to fortify me
In my mind I search and find
What is good and what is kind

Past memory brings forth snow swirls
Dancing molecules that bend way
for Santa's sleigh
In present day