It eludes me still, softness,
Harsh shining on snow, reflects,
Blazes through windows, brightness,
My eyes closing tight, protects,
The glare that's now there, whiteness.

Crossing the new cold, softness,
I shiver at it's touch, freezing,
Quick return running, darkness,
To the hard dim room, fleeing,
Pulling the old drapes, sightless.

The snow has made the softness
Yet it's touch chills my skin,
I huddle in wool's harshness,
To stay rough, warm and stay in.