LOVERS IN THE SNOW

Droplets to noses frozen cold

and kisses wafting steamy,

snow, lotus-blossom-like, enfolds

in falling muffling dreamy.

What if the bird fell mute, or froze?

Icicle pipes are singing.

Those who know how love to propose,

a glance can thaw, warmth bringing.

Rain, ice, nor storm, nor frost and snow,

nor risk of frail health stifles.

What of it, loving couples know

love has no care for trifles!