The Scary Side Of Snow Poem by Ocklawaha Holt

Its snowing outside
The snow is falling, falling, falling
Stacking gently like a lost child's legos
Forming the sands of time

Its whiteness burns my eyes and burrows into my soul
Trapping me inside a place I'm not sure I want to go
Fireside memories haunt my mind

I turn away from the window and burrow deeper into your embrace
Its a warm comforting place
I'm sure I've made quite a show but I don't care, because your embrace is not at all like the scary side of snow.