[Corneac]

When snow comes,
that first touch of numb,
my heart’s like that now,
as if you can’t feel your fingers-

snowball after snowball,
my heart lost it’s gloves,
it’s reaching that stage
that among the splendour of winter-
with the world frozen through
how your fingers at all,
so cold,
were ever a part of you

['Ginnis]

Wow...you take something so beautiful and carefree and add a heaviness to it that's as biting as the content. Lovely.