Snow Mouse

I found a snow mouse as cold as your heart.  

I did to it all the things I should have done to you; 

You told me, lady, we would never part, 

But even then I knew it was untrue. 

Betraying temptress! 

Sky confetti falls on the face of the earth, 

Chilly patterns busy weaving a frozen flood; 

Winter's still far removed from Spring's bright mirth, 

I think of you as I smell the snow mouse blood. 

by Ishfold