Snow weighing heavy on the world
hiding the dirt, the ugly, and the grey
calming down the hustle of a life less lived
covering the wounds of a soil battered
by solid autumn’s rains
I was growing tired of the torn and hurt
of the winds howling in my head
icy flakes have fallen onto my mind
causing it to quiet and ponder
where has the sun traveled to?
what is humanity hiding from?
Are we not meant to journey
through seasons of all diversity?
It seems as if snow has come to remind me
that one day we all be forgotten
buried somewhere deep within
and naught will be left but spring’s new offering.
