The snow and I

It has snowed again.

I have now walked upon the new snow.

It was white, and bright and light
and from what I can remember was drumming against the window, lightly,
but warmed me and replaced my ego.

Please keep snowing.
If the snow stops i shall become spiritless and then
the next time it snows,
I'll be unknowing.

Since meeting the snow,
that cold night
buttered with ice
the sprinkles of grit,

I await its reply to me.

It will, stop.
it will stop snowing soon.
Low battery.