Snow
Drifting through the eaves as silent as the night
Night
Covering the sky like and eternal blanket
Blanket
Comforting through every bout of sorrow
Sorry
Bringing us inevitably closer without which, how would we know joy?
Joy
Elating our weather beaten faces and turning into lines of happy age
Age
Terrifying us yet giving us something in which to look forward
Forward
The only thing stopping us from going backward
Backward
Where you shall not look if you hope to forget
Forget
An ability that comes only to the best of us
Us
Something indefinite and undefinable