Still laid on frozen bed;
with a book clutched to her chest;
and coffee ready to be sipped;
the street of knowledge she threads;
to her delightful dread.
She bask in the sight full of white;
blown away by the mystery that puzzle men;
her claws clutched to her garb,
like all she ever had.
Strolling the street so white,
she dreamt of lands untold,
and as snow hugged her skin;
all she ever thought of,
was an experience so dear.
She wondered of love so sweet;
with every gentle kiss on the trees;
covering them up snug with white quilt;
whispering to their ears –
“Go to sleep, baby, till summer comes calling”
Written by: Samuel Edet
P.S: Inspired by my first snow experience in Lucca, Italy.