Sick people
were rushing in the lobby,
obsessed with their troubles
while the doctor was looking
through the window.

He did not
see their faces, hear complaints
about their allergies, arthritis pain,
the storm of snow was driving him insane
behind the window.

His eyes passed
over the unhealthy bodies,
chased the dancing magic snowflakes.
He was charmed by freezing moments
behind the window.

He will now 
enter the palace of snow,
listen to the stories of the cold.
The white coat will be forgotten on
the windowsill.