I’m waiting
for the swirling snow
To stand in
a world turned crystal
Stretching
wide in a cold white blanket
I’m wrapped
tight in a warm blanket
The frozen
window between me and the snow
The glass
panes are frosted like craved crystal
I’m dreaming
of bright winter crystals
Head on the
pillow; tucked under the blankets
Everywhere
and everything covered in snow
I’m a
snow-child with a crystal throne in a world blanketed with white