Stomping through the freeze,
Carried by the winds,
Blowing as a hurricane can please,
Caught outside the blinds.
Skin like diamond, breath of fog,
Stepping in the white,
Fallen angels at my side,
Winters frigid plight.
Come down the snow, flakes of silver calm.
Yet beneath the children’s feet,
A hundred burning flames.
The storm now tranquil,
Winter and her games.