Mountain Snow

Oh Mountain Snow, so Fair and White
Your Tender touch, your simple Joy,
Your cold, Frigid Bite,
Your impishness- like a boy.

Oh Mountain Snow, Why Shy Away?
Is it our Scorching Hands? Our Burning Glare?
Or is just the Sun Keeping you at Bay?
Or at the foothills you are Rare?

Come Hither Mountain Snow
To Drown our Blood, To Wash our Sins

Come Nearer Mountain Snow
Let us spill our remorse onto you..

...so with you it shall flow,
and evaporate from below...