Snow Woman

The speaker is female. That does and does not matter.

I found her in the snow

Skin without color, lips pale

Hair, a raven black

I took her to my fire

Her cheeks took a shade less white

But the rest stayed pale

"I am a snow woman," she laughed

I believed every word she said

The way she shivered from joy

Rather than the cold

She was beautiful with coal black eyes

Fingers slender and freezing

I could break her, I think

She would shatter like an icicle

Her lips looked so smooth and full

Though hardly visible

I leaned in and kissed them

I could feel them melting

She looked at me and smiled

Nothing surprises a snow woman

She took off her coat

Even if we were outside

And I saw her graceful body

Making her look more fragile yet

She held me close and I heard her breath

Quiet and soft

I heard her beating heart

The thumping of a storm

"I am a snow woman," she said

Who else could have the heart and breath

Of snow?

She kissed me, her tongue snaking in

She tasted like winter

All the flavors of winter

From the first chills and first falling flakes

To the howl of storms and freezing drops

To the slow going and arrival of spring

We stopped when I could taste the melting

I asked if my warm lips bothered her

"Spring must come one day," she replied

I tried to imagine her in spring

I couldn't

It was as if she were always in winter

No other season could co-exist with her

Those slender fingers reached out

A snowflake landed

It sat on her palm

A glowing diamond

Frozen longer than it would have in my hands

Then it melted into her

We caught flakes on our tongues

Like children

Her tongue was so red

Perhaps because everything around was so white

She took my hand and gently pulled me along

I looked back

Ever step we took left a trail of melting snow

Slowly disintegrating into Spring's green

Yet she stayed frozen

A perfect ice sculpture

And we ran

Ran laughing 

Ran forward

Always forward

Blending into our eternal winter

Author's Note

I'm still a bit iffy about the ending. Please let me know your thoughts

Random note: I actually drew a picture of the snow woman. Unfortunately, due to my horrid artistic skills, I refuse to post it. But I think it captures her like she was meant to be

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Slight minor cosmetic edits needed, but the words over all are not only pleasant but have their own emotions and sync perfectly.

[cilla]

This is good work. I love the concept of the Snow Woman and the imagery you have created for her. There is a sense of spirituality, of Native American beliefs. Indeed, many tribes celebrate the Winter Solstice as a way to honor their ancestors, their belief system, and a way of offering prayer and gratitude. And so, in many ways your poem is one of belief and gratitude. The Snow Woman a mystical creation embodying the very nature of the season. Well done.

I, too, was kind of iffy about the ending. I think the transition from Winter to Spring came too abruptly. Simply just to wake-up and find her gone ... and Spring suddenly in her place. I think I wanted to stay with the Snow Woman and as we walked off hand in hand, I turned to see Spring awakening behind us ... melting the traces of our footsteps in the melting snow.

Plus, I'm a sucker for any woman who's a great kisser.

Thank you for sharing and give the ending some thought ... and don't be afraid to show your drawing!

[sivan]

really sweet poem... like the way it is almost fairytale-like in nature