December snow falls among naked trees, <br />blanketing fallen leaves like soldiers on a battlefield. <br /> <br />Paths covered with footfalls from the past, <br />slowly filled with crystalline flakes that gently bury times passage. <br /> <br />We walk until we stand before a single tree, <br />undisturbed by the bitter chill and frostbitten wind. <br /> <br />Wreathed in blinding light and surrounded by brilliance refracted off the falling snow, <br />we dance to music that exists only for us. <br /> <br />Minutes or hours or even days pass while we remain lost in our private dance, <br />only stopping when I shatter the moment with a soft kiss. <br /> <br />Your eyes grow wide and the smile fades from your face replaced by shock, <br />my actions stripping the moment of everything it held. <br /> <br />You turn and walk away with silence drawn around you like a cloak, <br />I stand beneath that lonely tree with the bitter chill mocking me and my foolish choice.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-snow/
