“A Streak of Snow” by A.J. Huffman

Falling water freezes.
Clings to limbs.
Not unlike me.
Clinging to you.
I am beautiful.
Draped on your arms.
Tangled in your fingers.
You turn me.
And I glow
to catch the sun.
But closeness burns.
Worse than the air.
It makes me temporary.
And I fear.
I will be left.
As a puddle
of growing mud.
Beneath your feet.