Whiteness blocks your vision
From the sky to the ground
Snowflakes keep on falling
You can't hear a sound
Frost settles on the glass
And when you rub it away,
It crawls right back from the edges
Icy daggers fall in place
Steam blows from your mouth
Icicles snap and crunch
From their places on the house
Far away is a grey haze
Which is really only trees
Bare branches stretching up
While the twigs snap and freeze
The peaceful calm makes you
Want to stay here all night long
But the cold tells you otherwise
And pushes you along
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Whiteness blocks your vision
From the sky to the ground
Snowflakes keep on falling
You can't hear a sound
Frost settles on the glass
And when you rub it away,
It crawls right back from the edges
Icy daggers fall in place
Steam blows from your mouth
Icicles snap and crunch
From their places on the house
Far away is a grey haze
Which is really only trees
Bare branches stretching up
While the twigs snap and freeze
The peaceful calm makes you
Want to stay here all night long
But the cold tells you otherwise
And pushes you along
