A distant Spring is far away
As Heaven drops a blanket at their feet.
With melancholy memories now at bay,
The sweet December snowflakes line the street.

The wintry water flourish had begun
With tranquil dark at 10 o’ clock the morn.
As pallor patchwork clouds surround the sun,
A silent symphony of snow is born.

A perfect picture postcard echoed out;
The calmness beating back a heavy heart.
Emotion ceased, as time stood still throughout,
From wonderment imbued by nature’s art.

An illumination was abound
In souls of man and woman all the same.
But sudden lamentation came aground:
The solemn thought it may ne’er come again.