A blank world
Inert
but for the moaning
Of a malefic air stream
Sprinkling flakes
capturing the green
-of the blossoming shrubbery.
Snowcapped hedges
seek to stay tall
resembling iced up corpses
getting weighty with time
in the unceasing fall
of the squishy
yet beefy rime
in such a stillness
..that is scary.
I remain unscathed
unflurried
And unfazed
As if I were a gazing crystal ball
encasing the warmness inside
whose tender sensations
give this achromatic life
a much needed hue
Within me
Still resides
a loving mind
for mankind.
