Snow

Snow.

Covering the landscape like a blanket over a little boys bed.

Crisp and white,

Crunches every time stepped on.

Glistens whenever the sun beams down on it.

Icicles hang off your nose as you struggle to keep on walking.

Magic fills the air, as the snow floats down to the icy road.

Two days later all that’s left is a grey and slushy ground,

Where the sorrow of the cold lies.

Above all this are fairy’s going to make it snow,

Once more.

By Kirin