Your feelings do not matter to winter
It has neither pity nor compassion;
No smile will its icy visage splinter
Nor will your pleas a path through it fashion
How pure and clean we find white things to be
Fresh and unspoiled, they exude cleanliness
But whiteness can steal the power to see
Obliterated by snow, relentless
The pristine pallor of a blizzard’s face
Is starkly beautiful, none can deny
For it does every sign of life erase
Thus does its rage the will to write deny
Winter is a cold, lifeless page, left blank
Meaning making spoils whiteness; that’s its prank
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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