HappyGiraffe123

 The snow comes down in big flakes

Wet, but puffy

Pleasing and cold

Landing on my nose

My cheeks

My eyelashes.

It is officially winter.

The giddiness that comes with the first snowfall

I wish that I would sit at home, 

A lovely book in hand, 

And look upon the struggling, 

I had once been so damned. 

Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.

He comes quietly, night after night,

soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.

He rolls over, and over, stretching

A book lover who reads by flashlight and dreams of living in a cottage by the sea,

and running a bookstore with tinted windows and plants spilling down shelves,

I am angry at the world 

I am angry at it’s injustice 

I am angry at America 

I am angry that we let this happen 

I am angry at everyone

I do what I’m told

I have friends

I try my best

But it isn’t enough

I ninety feels bad

A failure

But for some people it’s a win

I don’t want to squash their victory

I don’t know how to feel