Winter Laments

Winter Laments

Winter laments
the destruction of
his blank canvas of newly fallen snow
by freshly laid footprints and cars going nowhere
He's drowning with ideas
biding his time
waiting to unleash it on the farmers' fields
as soon as the last stem of wheat is covered
It's been a dry season
with record low amounts of snow
we might have to wait til next year to know
what he had in mind

It's January 6th. I thought it was a good time for a nonsense piece to mix things up a bit. I think I'll try to write everyday this year... and when that doesn't happen, I'll try to beat my record from last year by a few entries. Peace out.