Snow

A lovely poem I wrote in Colorado.

Freezing skin,

Where to begin?

When sitting out in the snow

Talking and laughing; letting go

Secrets flitting back and forth

Neither needed physcial warmth

Silence and white settling peacefully

The girl kep whispering about the trees

And as they sat there in the snow

The boy told her, "I love you so."

Author's Note

Please critique!