Fat white flakes
Racing about
With nowhere to go
Making my world a snow globe
A child of my imagination
Playfully shakes.
Snow speckles the windows
And coats the trees
Falling with the grace
Of a creature
The world has yet to see.
Cold creeps upon me
And snow races down
Painting my world white
And giving it a taste
Of the tender,
Melt-in-your-mouth,
divine delicacies
Of the Arctic.