Settle on my tongue like snowflakes
Mixed with the dirt on my gloves
Bitter and crunchy.
But my lips taste only cool
My eyes this white marred by the reflections of the trees in the shards of crystals
Crystals arising from imperfect molecules
Wound outward to nothing
This weather lasts as long as I let it.
Flakes fall in waves
I cannot tell whether this night will be long
And whether these waves will blanket the rocky ground