At Christmas time, there is the romantic notion that snow would turn the whole event into something magical. This year, it was too mild, and the prevalence of coughs and colds removed any chance of romanticism.

Luckily, a Flash Poetry prompt on More Writing set me thinking along more positive lines.

Written in the snow

While footsteps to their future
Were written in the snow
A signal of his love
Was the truth she yearned to know

Her heart pierced by an arrow
A shot that couldn’t miss
Squiggly shapes: S 4 A
And a solitary kiss

When more snowflakes fell that night
It hid his pledge from view
But held tight in his arms
She was sure his love was true