The Snow.
Late Winter Snowfall Snow falls on snow. Lazily drifting above to below. I shuffle through the white. All is still... no sounds tonight. The trees covered in frozen ash. Quiet, serene they watch, abashed. I am obtrusive, so I leave. Saddened by thoughts I cannot conceive. Outside snow falls on snow. What else is out there? I do not know. Copyrighted by Texasblu (click on this to view other poems by Texasblu)