the heart of snow
is a mirror whitened
by hands that know
a surface enlightened

the heart of snow
a feeble beat of time
of things that grow
in seeds of fragile rhymes

the heart of snow
bleeds the blood of white
for a lamb that knows
the edges of the light

the heart of snow
landscapes hurt the heart
in a death that blows
a flake's graceful art

the heart of snow
do not ever touch
up you will grow
and still know too much

Miroslava Odalovic

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-of-snow/