The Only power left
is embedded in the blankets of snow,
That tucked our houses in,
Leaving each of us with no option
but to sit with our thoughts.
I like how the snow chooses a place to fall
and slowly melt away with time,
Lounging on tree branches,
Hugging a telephone pole,
Causing school and work to cease.
How can I be patient like mother?
My body shakes while hers remains still,
She affects so many lives,
Where I am barely a speck.
Her first appearance every year
is breathtaking,
I worked so hard
to be a fraction of her beauty.
And the moment you fall in love,
The second you let your guard down,
she leaves.
No note left behind,
Not even a phone call from Winter
telling you where she ran off to.
Life is not fair,
Global warming is real.
But when the neighbor builds a snowman,
I will still smile.
About the Creator
Frank DiLuzio
Hi, my name is Frank and I love to read and write. Life is too short not to truly live, so live it.
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