“You don’t really need your toes,
that’s why I froze
them,” says the Snow.
“It is so nice,
to become ice,
and trip you so,”
continues Snow.
“I think that you
look good in hues
of purple and blue.”
You realize
with watering eyes
that Snow was true
when you
remove your gloves.
“Don’t you worry;
you’ll only see
much more of me,”
Snow giggles out.
It is, after all, only January.