The snow cups me up and rocks me like a hammock. I fall back and became an angel in it. I’m the snow. Kisses me like I can’t stand the heat but I’m even more frigid when icicles reflect me. I want the snow to circulate and defend me. Become a friend to me and sometimes more. If a blizzard were to come, I’d tell it to run through me and become the last breath I take before I truly tell the snow how I’m melting. I’ve felt the snow drip it’s caresses and leave messes that precipitate into blessings. I’ll keep the snow guessing and we’ll see how neat a snow-man can build me.