Indulge in snowy madness with white crystals falling,

Head raised, hexoganal treats on the tongue,

Melting quickly, liquid memories fading,

Isolated and fantastic pleasure found in each flake,

The trail shows a vast wasteland of missed opportunities,

Each one not caught collects on the cold earth,

Desolate and not forgiving, forever lost in the blowing wind,

The  memories gather in peace,  with each fallen flake,

Consoling each other, as one.