Saturday, February 06, 2010

Snow Again?

A ghostly world of white,
Graying my small world
Silent and steady,
A cold monster,
ready to consume us
while we wait,
our day will come
and we'll slay the blizzard.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You got socked where you are. Here it wasn't so bad. It's very pretty to look at. It's just when you have to go out in it that the problems start.

I liked the poem. Especially the part about our day (for slaying the blizzard) will come. Heh!