Analysis of Snow

I can feel the air
As it hits my eyelids
They fold in prayer
It is not as soft
Yet soft enough to leave me unharmed
And oft.
It etches pink geometric cheeks on my face
And moisturises my skin where the fat is thin
with its feathered wings
Like a child I eat it of all things
as if it might be like ice cream
Snow...
Snow is in the air my thoughts mildly scream
I feared this temperature
As it cooled my breath into the mist
I was kissed