Snow

The snow is an anachronism today

But it is pretty

People reject it for they are feverish

But they do not acknowledge it for it’s beauty

It may be a step back, but it brings us to a pretty place

My eyes are open- My eyes are open

I dream back of history and war

This shall not last forever

It’s as ephemeral as life and peace

I am here in safety while others rot

And yet I, as others, have the audacity to complain

This shan’t last forever

I am that knowing, at the least

I’m frequently forgetting my dreams

I could easily blame that on insomnia

But the harsh truth of that and life is that I am growing up

People die everyday

People say we cannot take much more

But we leave behind such beauty that our death is just stepping away

We let others enjoy or despise the legacy we leave

I’ll be gone sooner than I would hope

And I must get working to leave behind something for others to indulge in

The snow won’t last forever, but when it leaves it waters the flowers that humans enjoy

Art and beauty are prevailing ghosts

I like the snow

I wish people would stop complaining