Coat of Snow

I wear you like a coat of snow
weighing down upon me.
Falling snowflake by snowflake
on the warmest of days.
A sparkling robe of powder,
bespoke and wintered, tempered.
With a fringe of ice thrown flurries
which never thaws away.
And I tell myself I’ll shake it,
I’ll cast you to the ground,
though the layers keep on forming
as snowflakes tumble down.
Buttoned tight with memories,
stitched with loving care,
my coat of snow holds together
the heart that once lay bare.
A veil of ice accessorised
by a storm of frozen tears,
my coat of snow is customised
by seasons of heartbroken years.
And I tell myself I’ll shake it
fashion never stays the same,
though cold winds keep on blowing
this coat of snow remains.