White death arrives
As snow upon a desert sand
And purity is sterility
Cold porcelain and age
White death arrives
Blizzard across aching bones
All these many years
Forfeit to an icy hand
White death arrives
Encompassing all colour
Talisman against the void
That echoes eternal blackness
White death arrives
No angels carry molten light
Just merging of the one to all
In endless, pale terrain
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

I wish it was snowing here.
I’m glad its not here…though they are saying it might later this weekend….
I could enjoy a flurry or two.
I don’t mind snow if I’m inside looking out on it…otherwise, not so much… π
Love a big snow storm!! Awesome, Sis!!
Thanks Skye!! π π
And purity is sterility…again, you have a way with word ma’am
Thank you so much! π π