The Powder Of Snow

Her footprints disappeared as she descended the step

Tears turned into crystals bursting in soft pirouettes

The wind, like a thief, swiftly stealing her breath

Rosebushes buried under the snow, a seasonal time of death

She bundled up under a blanket, and straight into a dream

She found herself at a crossroad, by a fast-running stream

Nothing she saw was exactly as it seemed

Her breath in the air formed a cloud made of steam

The haze of the snow, round the sun, made a ring

As the tiny flakes fell, she heard the whippoorwills sing

She wanted to join in, but she had nothing to bring

She started singing along and the chirping got soft

She tried to sing alone, but the melody was lost

Alone in the forest with nothing but a song

The breeze whistled back and starting singing along

The girl and the breeze and the birds, how they sang

Through the blowing of snow, the church bells, sweetly rang

It was all just so lovely; she didn't notice the cold

Or the depths of the snow, that's where the peril unfolds

Buried up to her neck in a blanket of snow

She was unmistakably frozen from her head to her toes

How would she ever survive she couldn't even suppose

When out of nowhere a dark shadow consumed her

What happened next was all just a blur

She awakened to find a puddle there on her floor

Her heroic snowman, ain't a snowman no more.