Snow flies
And we answer
Why? Why?
Blizzards blow fierce white
Changing darkness
Into a brilliant seeing night.
Cold with icicles
Dripping down
Covering a frigid, frozen ground.
Rivers run underneath
A covering of ice and snow
Sometimes more than a foot deep.
We live thru this
We
We do exist.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018