The Snow - Poem by Gerry Legister
I walk through the snow
And the chill gives me a push
Crosswinds into the flow
Where wintry flakes rush.
Into fluorescent light marking
Footsteps fading in the snow.
With a mist of presence missing
In volumes of darkness rising below.
Thick Ice lay on window ledge
Only half way dangling down
The adoptive trails that follows the edge
Cutting a path to houses we own.
The falling snow turned down the light,
And make the grey atmosphere appear,
We are unable to reach out and grab it
And shove it back into the air.
Until next winters bad habit call again,
With incidental addictions
Hiding road signs
Driving in the fast lane.
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