winter

in the light of the fast approaching winter,
which for me is quite a downer since i've concluded
im a warm climate person...

Snow

In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing
And bitterly saying, 'Oh,
They have killed a white bird up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!'
And still it fell through the dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.

- Edward Thomas