I dance naked on your lawn at sunrise,

In a frenzy like mad snowflakes 

Falling in a winter flurry.

I've never known what a great risk it is

The snowflakes take,

To declare their love so blatantly,

Like tiny, individual leafs of poetry

Scattered about for you to see,

Or not to see, there in random order,

For you to understand, or not,

To reject, or maybe the unique art

And heartfelt love, lying there naked

With the poetry and the snowflakes,

Will be brought in, and read, and understood.

And some of it will melt away

And leave your fingers wet.

Then maybe you will put your fingers to your mouth

And taste me, and finally comprehend.

-jenn