Snow
A wintry blanket falls over everything,
Cold and deep, slippery and soft.
People huddle by the fireplace.
They were not expecting this white beast.
White flakes fall from the sky,
Looking as if they are all the same.
But each flake is designed differently.
Each one carrying a different story, a different message.
They dance in front of the window.
They cover the grass, the trees, the roads.
The city is asleep,
No one goes out in this weather.
The whiteness is powerful and can control many things,
Sometimes ruin plans of the day.
But even through all of that,
It creates a beautiful scene enjoyed by all.
