snow

The snow comes down on the grass. The snow doesn’t stop for anybody. The snow gets in my hair, fogs up my glasses. The snow doesn’t stop for anybody. I slipped and fell yesterday because of the ice. The weather is not mine to control. The small parcels of the snow stick to my jacket, making it wet but covered in art. The snow doesn’t stop for me. I’m always sad when it rains, it’s usually a bad day when this happens. The rain won’t stop for me. The snow covers everything up as if to make it anew again. And when it melts off I’m surprised to find what i had already known but now see in a new light because of it being reborn under a sheet of white. The snow doesn’t stop for anybody.