Snow Suffocation

Arriving white as a Lily's petal,

but consuming her warm breath;

Indiscriminate, where it may settle,

extinguishing all within its breadth.

Coming with the wind, as ships behave,

traveling even whiter than a sail,

and whiter than the crest of any wave,

in the most frigid currents, it prevails.

Bringing no fruits or favors from distant seas,

only a bitter end to all in its path,

and its approach bares no sympathies,

in the endless winter's wrath.

Arriving white as a Lily flower,
but not so kind or sweet a scent.

There is a finality in its power,

a greed in its taking, never does repent.