The snow whispered to me in mouse voice

Frozen secrets long forgotten

Heard in between the icy drifts

Legends of the frost, buried in snow.

Long passed are such dark winter days

The skies lay plagued with precipitation

I listen close to the gentle snow

Nothing is there, nothing is there

No more does winter talk to me

My calls deafened by the rain

Silence strikes this december day

Heated passion melts the snow

The elements consume me,

Winds of change scrape my neck,

Tears flow with the rain, reckless,

Nature bellows back.

Lost in the noise I feel

The presence of snow on my nose and

hear a little voice whisper in my ear

Everything is ok.