Before The Thaw

it stirred like something in a dream

as the wind began to blow

the windows hazy, marked with steam

as the sky began to snow

tiny snowflakes, powderesk

collected on the windowsill

frosted scenes etched into glass

this year's first real wintry chill

my tender cheeks, an icy red

with fingers and toes to match

winter's folly come again

with holidays approaching fast

fleeting, its moment in the sun

its fragile flakes exposed and bare

by the time that noonday comes

I find it's melting everywhere

leaving impressions on the ground

subtle hints of what's to come

if these wonders don't astound

you'd better pack your bags and run