It's winter again;
The snow layers the landscape
Falling still whiteness.
Footprints and dog prints
The snow tells a history
And lets it vanish.
Silently they float--
Countless million snow flakes.
Silently they land.
I walk on whiteness;
Around me all is silent.
Am I in a dream?
The snow plow rumbles,
Churning away the white snow
And leaves a gas fart.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment