Snow

White little dots falling from the heavens.

Dots that wet the tip of my nose upon contact.

Dots that feels so cold against my skin.

They fall, and fall, gathering in groups on the ground.

Creating the largest, coldest mound.

I love how they feel like tears.

Because they cover the real ones

Keeping them hidden from those around me.

Who knows why they're so white.

Perhaps

They forgot their original colors.

Why are they so beautiful?

Perhaps

They're reflections of what beauty is

In an ethereal reminder of how nature

Is a representation of what beauty is in definition.

Snow

What is it about you that makes me smile?


Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach... lol, but I do own this poetry =)

Author's Note: I absolutely love this poem =)