Taking a walk on a winter's
night,
Snowflakes falling, pure
and white.
Like stepping into a wonder-
land,
Unable to hold them, in your
hand.
Not knowing from where,
they come or go,
Nothing more beautiful,
than the snow.
(c) copyright heather burns
i love snow very much and wish to be like skemo... who lives in snow huts... its a good and inspiring poem indeed