Snowflakes bounding across the window,
Falling, falling, falling again.
I wish I knew the snowflakes well,
Why they are so unique and bright,
And why they stormed here on this night.
A train of white dots arriving at
The station and stopping to fuel up
But the passengers are pouring out like
Rabid, savage dogs fighting for a bone,
And the bone, unfortunately, is our home.
A sea of insects gathering and spreading
Sickness and fighting against the wind
And herding each other into the pit
Where we stand and stare upwards and
Marvel at the macabre and dry sand.
A desert blasted by a hurricane
And swayed left and right,
Pushed to all sides and areas,
Endemic to our lives the sand breathes
And in our hands the warmth seethes.
Small specks of stars in the sky
Shooting in rows, in waves, and
In a group as the commoners run
Rampant and confused and overwhelmed
And the stars fall again.
The mischievous snowflakes on my
Shovel, gone down the river.
Snow I once knew very well and
Now I’m at a loss.
And I wish I could keep warm.