On a Perspective of Winter

Attention

Snow
Falls
Like the dead
We notice
Flakes
Fluttering down
Here they come
A snowflake
Such a little thing
Passing
We notice
We ignore
They fall
Sometimes more
Sometimes less
More and more
Accumulating
We notice
The lines
Blur
It's harder to see
In a white out.
They fall.
The snow
Is heavy
What remains
When the deaths stop?
Confusion
Unrecognizable
Forms
Irreconcilable
Distorted
Pristine.
Everything is joined
Division Ceases
If enough fall
Because snow
Falls on all
And covers all
We find
New paths
For snow
Hides the familiar
The walks
We know.
To find old ways
One must push aside
The fallen
shatter the beauty
Rather than enjoy
The gift
Of the fallen
The beauty
The chance
For new.
They fall.
We notice
Snow.