Snow
There’s snow on the ground outside.
The wind is blowing, so cold.
So beautiful but deadly.
In the dark, things lurk and watch.
In the day they hide,
Asleep but not…
The sun shines on the white ground
As it blinds passerby’s.
Couples huddle along admiring the snow
While dark things hide in the shadows,
Silently laughing at the innocent victims.
At night they come out, staring through the windows
Wishing they could be inside.
The cold outside is too much for humans to bear.
They run inside, unaware of the beasts and animals that wait outside the door.
The winter is a time for dead things.
When trees are asleep and the flowers are hiding.
When false spring creeps up,
It makes the flowers die.
People are stuck in their houses because of too much snow or ice.
Frozen in the ground are things we came to love in summer.
Underneath the snow, there is still grass.
Later when this is over,
It will be exposed and uncovered.
Less freedom, more snow.
If you stay outside too long,
You could freeze and no longer be living.
So deadly, but we still love it.
Why do we sit in front of a fire and then go out to where it’s cold and dead?
Would we rather sit in the snow?
Snow…
Such a strange thing…
Anissa Sapp
1/21/07 2:54 PM
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