Snowfall.A canopy for the ugliness I don't want to see.An awning for the tragedies in store as rain pours,And,Pours.From each corner of my eyes with a shovel in hand as I course,Through a path slippery before,Each pound of ice is ever crystalized,By,Such a wintry world.A world where souls are solidified by windchills below zero when,Exhaled... Continue Reading →