There is snow

there is snow
and man is snow
mostly cold
fading in warm light

there is snow
like I am snow

in the great snowfalls
people die like mushrooms

feeling cold
amongst the snowmen

your hands
in white gloves

your heart stands out
against the snow field

there is
welcome snow
dreamlike
its scaffold
collapses
like stalactites
in a stalag
of ice

there is
the splat of snowballs
the serpentine breeze
the chimes of the sun

then the sludge, black
under the traffic, the ice
sharp and hard
beneath your feet

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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