Someone on the internet I met wrote this but I never got their name. Love it regardless.

Snapshot Poem

In honor of this terrible cold weather:

Crystallized trees and stone cold air.

The smell of oak burning and the stillness of a stare.

The treesa re

the trees are tall*

Strong and sure

The scatter the snow like men at war.

A sole winters red breast sings out his note.

I hold myself together by the furs of my coat.

Then darkness falls. From the moon it flees.

While gathered wolves howl at a strange mild breeze.

And the whitest winter of which I have turned keen,

Melts away into an entirely different scene.

It becomes a place I know, oh!

From a story which was lost a long time ago.

Buried deep within the caverns of a child grown old

Even so, it was the greatest story ever told.

A golden sun now thaws the earth

And my face it glows, with wide eyes mirth!

Trunks once rigid stand at ease

In sheers of sunlight streaming on snowy eaves

As the forest sheds it's fleece of snow

Every creature comes forth from their winters woe.

My coat falls from me. And with my bare feet

I run through the grasses towards the once I once loved to meet.