She has many sides

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming

competing with the sun over the temperature

but she dominates dusk through dawn

her cold tears falling

sometimes slowly

a soft sadness

but other times whirling around angrily

twirling around

sometimes diagonally

she has many sides

calm and gentle

fierce and sharp

still and silent

but once the sun rises

there is competition

as her crystal tears are melted by the fierce rays of the sun

by noon her sorrows are wet and sticky

by evening they are mere piles of slush

gray and brown against what was once brilliant white

she still fights

sometimes she wins

preserving her pain

freezing the earth beneath

each flake a tale of hurt

fear

love

as she tells stories though her endless tears

some of joy

others of horror

she has many sides

a storyteller

a weeper

kind and soft

sharp and biting

heavy and dark

muting all distractions

she wants you to hear her stories;

they matter

they are important

they are right there

you just have to look down

catch them on your tongue before they melt

she has many sides,

many stories

but she will not last forever.

Cherish the taste of her tales

honor her with your appreciation,

tell the stories of your own.