Snow White Feathers

My skin was cold, From freshly fallen snow. So pure, A sparkling white that made the scenery glow. Reminds me of a dove One I’ve dreamt to know. Snow danced, The wind whistled. As I stood there in thought. I stood until my skin turned blue, I stood until my teeth chattered. But whenever I thought of her, temperature ceased to matter. I let out a breath, One filled with forgotten words. Words I could never say to the snow