Snow Is WInter's Butterfly

Snow is winter’s butterfly!
You catch it in your hand,
And before you can blink
It’s vanished,
And fluttered into your skin.
 
But just as eyeshadows Lepidoptera
Elevate your eyes,
Falling flakes will lift your head,
And make u search the skies

For the low slung hero,
Who corianders so,

Atoning on the just and the unjust alike,
With the unblemished, unbridalled snow.

 
-jenn long