poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2005


Snow falls like ashes,
Rains down from the fire,
Clouds of smoke arise,
In the sky we admire,

Covering the ground white,
Giving people frostbite,
Shining, bringing light,
To the dark day and night,

Snowflakes coat the ground,
Snow piles in a mound,
I slip and fall down,
A soft silent sound ...