A Veil Descending

They came in darkness,
The soft quiet flakes of snow;
Still, they keep falling.

 

They silence the world,
These legions of falling flakes,
Muted and constant.

 

Tiny plants cupping
Ever descending whiteness
Make their own bouquets.

 

Overturned trash cans
Care not for the falling snow
Lying side by side.





 

 Blurring clear vision
Relentless and persistent
A veil descending.




 

 Obliterated!
The message of the street sign
Wiped clean by the snow.

 

 Even the snow clods
Do not make the slightest sound
Falling from the trees.

 

The only foot prints
On this entire journey
Are mine going forth.