The ground saturates

At first, absorbing the moisture

Then dampening

Crisp artic air

A sharp intake

Chilling to the core

An exhale, visable breath

But it's the gentle touch

Though frozen and cold

Refreshing when exposed to warmth

What is now frozen

Melts,

How beautiful

Yet how tragic

The gentle, softness of snow

Vanishes so quickly fading out of existence

Until it is cold enough to sustain

To keep

A frozen blanket covering the earth

And yet some hate it

But it remains

Until the Sun shines upon it

Revealing the sparkling purity

And it melts from the warmth

Because though the snow is frigid

It longs for the heat

To return to its original form

To become liquid once more

And drench the barren soil

So once more spring can arrive

And flourish all the more.