Snowflakes, at last, and dancing gracefully, <br />announcing, in the innocence of white, <br />the season's purpose, its raison d'être. <br />Yes, do, go to Hawaii, escape! <br />where bones of sinister intent are pointed: <br />a stern and lukewarm welcome. <br /> <br />You do prefer the sun, so hot and giving life, <br />warmth of Mother Earth, a smiling face. <br />Yet cruel, unforgiving, destroying dew, <br />and mist and fog and water on pink petals. <br />And, enemy to cypress and pure snow. <br /> <br />Oh, that Frau Holle, snow Matron in the sky, <br />would shake her heavenly and promise-laden bedding, <br />with vigour and benign determination, <br />to cover me with soft and white and powdery fluff. <br />Comforting with its silent lullaby <br />in everlasting sleep for my salvation.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-at-last/
