Silver arms

Silver arms

Reaching up

Delicate

And yet bearing

Weight

A big middle

Rough

Covered in patterned skin

Big enough

That my arms don't

Wrap around

The course outside

The snow comes down

Landing on

The spindly arms

Tiring them

Drooping them

The moon comes

And yet the delicate limbs

Still reach towards the sky

The iced arms

Catching the light

From the moon

Creating sparkles

Creatures know

Of this beauty

And call it their home

Relying on the limbs

To stay warm

In the wintery air

And yet it still stays

Strong and tall

Silver arms

Reaching up