This snow sat in my heart and materialized.  You could not have told me otherwise, though some tried with persuasions of spring.  It filled a heart-spot packed with the ice of frozen tears, while I tried to will myself to health again, and melted in time–its moisture picked up by the clouds and touching ground again with a white icy blanket, while I stay here inside warm and safe filling the space with the colors of my world again.  Never say you were not warned!