I've memories of contoured drifts
and sculptures formed by freezing rains,
of glassy ponds reflecting trees --
now only melting snow remains.

I've memories of cocoa sipped
as crystals formed on window panes,
of cuddling by a blazing fire --
now only melting snow remains.

Some memories will warm the soul
while others trap us in their chains.
Once winter chiseled sparkling art --
now only melting snow remains.