The Snow Elf
A Poem by Joseph Walter

Lying down in the moonlight,
Beneath the old elm tree,
Watching the white fall from the trees,
From yesterday's storm.

Standing up in the corner,
Having Elven Glory beside me,
Not losing but winning,
From yesterday's apology.

Jumping in the woods,
And throwing slush at each other,
Living a life that was only meant to be lived,
With you: The Snow Elf.