The Snowy Siren Calls To Me

      The Snowy Siren Calls To Me     

White, fluffly down from angel's wings
Is fluttering to the ground.                       
It covers trees, grass, and all                                                         
That I see for miles around.
                                                                         
The vision of the angel down
Is an awesome thing to see.
The beauty of the falling snow
Is a Siren calling  me.                                                   

But, as I take a single step
Toward the beauty outside my door,
The soothing sound of the Siren call                             
Is not like it was before.

She snarls with hateful malice,
Shrieks spiteful words in my ear,                                               
Angry feelings held inside
Are made so very clear.
                                                                 
She grabs with icy fingers,
Wishing for my death,
She tries to freeze me to the spot                                           
With her howling, Arctic breath.
                                                       
I know I should break away
From the Snowy Siren's spell.                                                     
There's a lesson I should remember,
One I've known so very well.

All at once it comes to me,                           
Through memories dogged insistence;
Some beauty, it seems, is  only made                                 
To be experienced from a distance.