WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

White Blanket of Snow

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow is falling.

Flakes float to the ground.

A hush falls across the city.

Few cars dare to brave the roads.

Too soon for building snowmen.

Footsteps have yet to marr

the white surface.

A white blanket.

Sparkling clean.

The city is refreshed.

Its sins covered.

A rebirth.

DEAFENING SILENCE

Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.

YOUR LAST BOW

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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan

 

The mighty now fall,

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.

 

COLD

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The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I depart this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.