She shrugged herself into a golden pull,
And sought out comfort from the downy wool,
While watching snowflakes fall from dusky skies,
The wonder glowing in her tawny eyes.
Impatient breaths steamed up the window pane,
She found herself lost in her thoughts again,
And when the bells of twilight went to toll,
The sparkling snow began to fill her soul.
The sun descended and the moon felt bright,
The snow looked just as stunning in the night.
Her garden soaked in phosphorescent glow,
The snowflakes silence breezes as they blow.
An untouched mug sat on the sill and steamed,
While she just sat in silent thought and dreamed.
Impatient breaths dissolved to slow and deep,
She lulled herself into a frosty sleep.
And when her eyes had come out of their daze,
The garden greeted her with honey haze.
A skylark sung a trilling, chirping tune;
She hadn’t known that spring would come so soon.
Her jumper stretched sedately off her head;
She longed after each silken, woollen thread.
The moments made themselves intensely slow,
As she sat back and waited for the snow.