Snow

It crunches beneath my feet,

So delicate it is when it falls from the grey sky,

I open my mouth and it tastes sweet,

It hushes all sounds, even the cardinal's cry,

My breath appears white and wispy just like a ghost,

It seems as though time stopped just for this moment,

Across the street, a snowman stands at his post,

And that was when we met by accident,

A sneaky breeze blew and knocked me off my feet,

Your hands steadied me,

I found that the snow wasn't the only thing that tasted sweet.