White

She twirled, with arms outstretched.
Holding the first bits of weightless winter on her fingertips
Her honey brown curls
Danced in the wind

Beautiful in white
Lace and satin as soft as her skin
She breathes the crisp coolness

The pink is in her cheeks
The smile on her lips
Awakens my blank mind
What beauty!

Joyously she opens her mouth and lets them melt on her tongue
Twirls round and round,
Her head heaven bound

There is a voice,
She looks ahead and starts to run, her face aglow with innocent glee.
“Mummy, Mummy lets dance in the snow”