Opposing Wrapped in White

First six lines of my triolet entitled “Wrapped in White” followed by my contrasting six lines which I’ll entitle “Crestfallen in Snow” I long to tread upon the snow in hush of winter, wrapped in white; in feathered mounds serenely go. I long to tread upon the snow. The boughs hang low; no wind doth blow. My love, come see the wondrous sight! Who wants to trudge in knee-high snow especially in cold of night when wind chill factor’s ten below? Cars slide off roads and fierce winds blow. Boughs break and icicles hang low. Stay, Dear, instead, by our firelight!