As you walked across the fields of snow <br />your scarlet coat was like the blood <br />of some tiny wounded animal. <br /> <br />Your moon-like face was bright <br />and when at last you came into my arms <br />I saw the snowflakes dying in your hair.<br /><br />David Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-scarlet-coat/
