Jan 03

nieve

the snow, it falls
thick yet thin
sheets upon the ground
a blanket on all

the wind, it howls
whipping yet caressing
all that dare walk
within its limitless bounds

the trees, they weep
branches down yet skyward
snow slicing between
where leaves used to be

as winter drags on
boots leaving white footprints
across the land and sky
no one seems to mind

they'll brush off their car
pull their hats down their ears
shrug on gloves
it's just another season, it will soon give way

the old man ignores the fickle decisons
shaking white dust over all
children play, laugh as the wind hits them
parents, friends, send their children rocketing down hills

it's winter.