Glittered snowflakes, flying away.
Subject of awe.
submitted to brutal contempt.
A reflection of self hate 
as we see our mirror image in the 
Malice of hated winter storms.
pressuring with adversity, and the endless call
for spring days and warm acceptance.

Be gone, hateful cold!
We long for the renewal of spring!
but in the absence, I feel free to find warmth
in heated gazes and delightful nuances of love..

~Sylence Campbell~