Feeling Indigo, how about you?

41- dear snow,

ice cream, 

whip cream,

shaving cream,

you somehow make me think of all kinds of cream

you remind me of John Snow,

of [snow]-who-must-not-be-named,

of winter in Hogwarts,

of Christmas Carols,

and of heaps of other things

you haven't come out much in quite awhile

you were just hiding, weren't you?

so you could hurl down even more in a day

you kept to yourself

and after you no longer could 

you let it all out at once

yesterday, you were up to my knees or higher

I sank down as I put one foot down 

and then the other

you were so much colder

 as I shoveled you out of the drive way

now you are more worn out

coated with more dirt

and melted by the sun

who knew one could get so gaunt

just from sitting on the ground

with its taunts