Floating up into the sky.

The snow falls up
now safe and sound,
came gently reeling
breaking bound.
It's icy breath,
forbidden death,
forgotten chill
and frozen still.
It fell in droplets,
hard and stone.
It broke away
and buried soul.
Came crashing down.
Whirlwinded frown,
without wit's lack-
the lost, yet crowned.
The broken wreckage
burning ground
all twisted now
in lovely rounds.
The heat built up
and fire lit,
exploding softly
ere light makes fit.
The smoke flies high
permitting none
to pass to feel the stolen sun.
And thus this day
the snow falls nigh.
It's floating up
into the sky.