It's cold, so what!

The snow flakes are white,

then they vanish out of sight,

as they kiss your dry skin,

and wipe off your cheerful grin.

The cold wind slaps your face,

and you curse this frigid place,

and cover your face and whine,

as shivers twist through your spine.

It's cold, and we're freezing,

and these sharp flakes are teasing,

but the snow is lifted by the breeze,

and placed delightfully on these naked trees.

The ivory shines charmingly all around,

and the wind's is the only sound,

it touches our ears and whispers,

the secrets of all worldly stirs.

So admire her in this wretched form,

as Nature brings us this icy storm,

and live with this, which we cannot change,

this merciless beauty, strong and strange.