Snow
December
Let the world go
And you and I
Observe, alone
The trees against the sky
Laden with white
And heavy snow
Each bud encased
In icy tomb
Promised forgetting
Of spring
For a little while
Remember I am human
And I grow cold, alone
Let your fingers
Find my own
Raw and trembling
In the wind
And we will go
Home
Beneath the trees
Under a rose-grey sky.




Beautiful