The snow compacts beneath my crunching shoe
Reminding me that I have weight at all;
I worry that, if so, I will soon fall
Because I cannot bring myself to do
The normal actions I'm accustomed to
To stay up on my feet. As at a ball
I soar and feel the ground begins to pall
Far down below me, almost out of view.
Ah, let me dance and do not bring me down;
The falling snow itself can cover me
And counterweight my flight so I may stay
Forever weightless. Let my troubles drown
In melted snow while I, celestially,
Forget again the heaviness I weigh.
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