To Anne who threw snow at me

Anne in fun threw snow at me

which I found cold for certain:

but it was fire, the experience I had

for suddenly I was caressed

So, as fire secretly dwells

within the snow, where can I find a place

that does not burn? Anne, only your kindness

can extinguish the fire which consumes me

not with water, snow, or ice,

But with a fire like unto my own.