My Gift to You - A Winter's Poem

Everywhere, everywhere, snow sifting down,
a world becoming white, no more sounds,

no longer possible to find the heart of the day,
the sun is gone, the sky is nowhere, and of all

I wanted in life - so be it - whatever it is

that brought me here, chance, fortune, whatever

blessing each flake of snow is the hint of, I am

grateful, I bear witness, I hold out my arms,

palms up, I know it is impossible to hold

for long what we love of the world, but look

at me, is it foolish, shameful, arrogant to say this,

see how the snow drifts down, look how happy 
I am.