I face the snow headfirst
With eyes like diamonds
For winter, I will grieve
In my own way, hearing
The battle cry of many
New ghosts, I will whimper
As the wind howls
And I will do a rapid
Snow dance at low dusk
And the stove will remain red
And my heart will hear
The news broken like
An empty book ready
For the calligraphy of
Hibernation, retreat, reclusiveness
The clouds of disorder
Of this strange world
Will not trouble me anymore
I can appreciate the whirlwind
Of snow ragged among
The tops of trees, and that is
Enough, tea is optional
Nature is unforgettable
The ladies seek comforts
But the snow only requires
A landing place, to accumulate
The white magic of another time.
Wuji Seshat 
I love the winter and snow, but I live in the south where we get just enough.
Me too, I find snow so pretty. So many different kinds.
“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”
Aaah, I wish to experience snowfall someday. At least one perfect white snowy winter. *sigh*
The poem is lovely though. I love the last line!
It’s even better than you can imagine! I really like the seasons here.