Snow Storm ~ Photo by Patrice

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