Another Poem?

Cold is walking with the daisies.

When the ice heard the water wake up.

The stars fall down like a spotlight

Like diamonds would fall in the rough.

And there are footprints in the snow.

And there are secrets in the wind.

And there are thorns upon the rose.

But there's no beginning to the end.

But she walks so gracefully.

And she laughs so easily.

I said hello to the wind.

She passes by with leafs in her hair.

But she floats above the grass.

Almost as if she isn't really there.