Ashes And Snow Poem by Aaron Brown

ashes and snow
drifting in soft and low,
falling ever so end over end
drawn over the foreground,
clouded, my vision ascends

sheltered young background
o comfort and warmth we pretend,
cold memory and i, we descend
whirled in wind, o swept on down in
silence, deep abides it and i
am mute, gaze up from below
thru vanes glazed and ground
glass, frosted and smeared o you see
behind this clear ice, like unto me.

whither thee, o sleep my friend?
whither thee?