Extra NaPoWriMo: Snow

The snow would've rather fallen
on sand, suicidal flakes begging
to melt.  Instead, it dissolved
on ocean waves, where whales
ignored chills, vessels feared ice
accumulating in their way.  It
hoped to confuse the distances
of objects with a blizzard, force
travelers to forget where paths
led.  To transform their bodies
into new human sculptures, ones
that terrorize rescuers walking
their way.  It thought to amass
a bulk that with one wrong echo
slides down a mountain's slope,
burying skiers under cold's face,
its suffocating, frozen expression.
It wants to be one of many
that causes its death or another,
to share the misery of being,
the feeling of breaking up again.