Snow

Freezing flames burning slow,
feelings from high to low,
attending classes waiting for snow.

Blowing frost from east and west,
on windows,grass and vests it rests,
wondering what will freeze next.

Necks covered from steel knives, 
while winter colds meals made by wives,
Christmas's near - families hold the fights.

Now left outside the door,
all alone waiting its time to come,
there's a crystal made of snow,
falling down low with ease,slow.