This poem was written by Eunice Irwin on this last day of the year.  It might be considered the best work of this poet to date.  - poetheart 12/31/00

The snow falls softly on my face
Cold and crisp, then wet upon my skin
Nothing like a kiss from snowflakes
They touch and melt, then saturate my lips

My cheeks though frozen, enliven me
Propel my walk through blizzard's storm
I slip and slide on snow and ice
To meld with winter's starry night

I'll not complain, for 'tis a privilege
To be caressed by swirling currents
Of silken air with peppered snow
That sting upon my furrowed brow

Off in the distance, my destination
A cabin nestled in the mountains
Warm glow protrudes from windows bright
Contrasted by the winter's night

Hot sparks escape from chimney's top
Like fireflies they flick and hop
My journey at an end is near
A pilgrimage to cast out fear

A winter pilgrim, so am I
My life a storm, also goes by
A blessed kiss upon my face
The wonder of this snowflake lace

by Eunice Irwin  December 31, 2000

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