A Winter's Night

Snow falls
In soft, white flakes
Around us all,
One of the prettiest things
God chanced to make.
It falls on our hair
And coats the road
As through the air
The cries in the night
Are like a silent code,
Telling the Allies what to throw
And the Axis to throw back
Great balls of slush and snow
Across the path of pavement black.

I stand and watch,
A smile on my face,
And try not to be touched
By the crystals that fly
All around the place.

He is an Ally,
Faithful and true,
And he truly does try
To protect me
From the snowballs threw.
The night shimmers like glass,
And all 'round the lights,
Teenagers pass
The time that they wait
By being children in the night.
He laughs and plays, too,
Like a child long ago,
And smile I do
As he runs and laughs
And romps in the snow.
Suddenly he stops,
And comes to stand by me.
His unruly locks
Are covered in white,
But the look in his eyes is wild and free.
I am about to say so
When out of the blue
Says my sweet beau
(As dear as can be)
"You look quite pretty-ful, you do."
I giggle a bit
And his cheeks turn red.
My finger find the fit
In his hands intertwined,
As I brush snow from the top of his head.
"You're pretty all the time,"
He tries to clarify,
And the red from his cheeks creeps onto mine
As I giggle again,
In an attempt to be sly.
"It's just that this snow,
Falling softly around
Makes you look just so."
He says as he glances
Down at the ground.
I squeeze his cold hand
And look into his sweet face
As he quietly stands
And ascertains
This truly is the case.

My heart skips a beat
As he wraps his arms around me
And I stare at my feet,
Cold in the snow,
And I am happy.
I will never forget
This night in the snow,
Nor will I regret
The sweet man that I
Am so thrilled to know.

~ November 25, 2008 ~