I didn’t know snow could feel so hot
or how much I craved the brightness,
that snow could act like sun if
that’s what the eye needs, until
that morning after weeks of grey
I woke up to snow piled against
my window its brightness lit up
the inside of everything
I wanted to throw off the covers
fling open the window and let
the 30 degree snowlight warm me
as once, nestled in my lover’s arms
I felt it, the same,  exactly like sun I told him
you feel like sun