Purity of Snow

The purity of snow
glistened in the sunlight.
A virgin untouched.
Snow covered mountains
below with red caps.
No footsteps mar the beauty.
Thoughts freeze in time
as life stands still.
The wind whips
up, the powder flies
into a whirlwind of white.
Sunlight melts the wonderland
leaving a crunchy top.
My footsteps leave tracks
that will soon turn to water.