I feel empty today
Watching the snow
I feel as blank as the flakes,
With nothing left to sing
I have nothing left to give
So take what you will
I think I must leave
I stare at the stars on the ground
And the ones up in the sky
My feet will not move
Fixed like lights in the heaven
From where I am,
In this tree
I see the snow blanket
Cold and ironic
Like blank canvas,
Covered in lies
When I see printless snow
I cannot but help to think of children
With their perfect little ands and angelic smiles
With their strange desire to tear up the smoothe snow
I toss the thought aside
These are not thoughts for a being of my stature
For now I shall let Father Winter hold me in his icy embrace