In my naivite
My sweetheart told me one day
That the snow coating the mountains
In Western Pennsylvania
Were cotton candy pink
I envisioned the rose landscapes
Felt the sweet cool scent
Against my nose
Saw the lavender sky
Like a water colored canvas
As a backdrop of the candied peaks
And a majestic sunset
Ending a soft breezy day
Of whirling petal powder
Sprinkling my hair
Seasons and dates flashed
From head to mental pen
this must see
this must experience
this beauty!
And even after my sweetheart admitted
That the snow in western Pennsylvania
Looks like snow anywhere
Around the world
As he laughed and laughed
and laughed
And my perfect vision of pink snow
And lavendar sky
shattered
I felt no shame
My imagination could not be blamed For what’s wrong with believing in pink snow?