Snowflakes fall on the ground like
Wisdom that needs to be spread.
The fatter ones are the harshest ones,
And those are the ones that need to be said.
The tiniest flakes are the one-liners,
The bits of truths we learn every day
That sprinkle knowledge in my hair.
People avoid harsh truths,
But sometimes the truth is dressed as
A winter wonderland,
And sometimes that makes it
Easier to swallow.
I welcome snow on cold mornings.
It makes coming to life a lot simpler
Snowflakes fall on the ground like
Wisdom that needs to be spread.
The fatter ones are the harshest ones,
And those are the ones that need to be said.
The tiniest flakes are the one-liners,
The bits of truths we learn every day
That sprinkle knowledge in my hair.
People avoid harsh truths,
But sometimes the truth is dressed as
A winter wonderland,
And sometimes that makes it
Easier to swallow.
I welcome snow on cold mornings.
It makes coming to life a lot simpler
I.
Upon the hills
The air was dry
And dead trees hung
Beneath the sky
As cold wind blew
The snowflakes fell—
A frozen kiss
From icy hell
The boy was young
Of thirteen years
His father weak
And full of fears
The trail grew bleak,
They couldn’t see
And as it snowed
The boy did plea
“My father, now
The path is nigh
Without some warmth
We’re soon to die”
“My son, Noël,
Let’s shelter take
Within that shed
By Frozen Lake”
