Kevin M. Hibshman writes

i want to watch the snow

as if it were falling just for me
ribbons of flakes in the wind
sailing by like organized abandon
kissing my cheek with tears that sting playfully

i want to have you here, my people, all for a moment
we will sit in silence within our own glow
the best things are always stolen
a laugh, a wave, a hand in mine that says
i am with you wherever, however you go

Ribbons of Snow -- Tina Palmer