Snow

Snow falls

in sheets of blank

pages.

Everything once written

and drawn

erases from sight.

Trees turn to

skeletons

moaning in the chilly

wind.

Only the sun

paints brightness

in the sky,

but the clouds

created a thick

barrier

and frequently block

the rays.

I await

behind a fingerprint stained

window pane

for the dull season

to fade away.

The End

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