The falling snow the uncomfortable cold
Time slowing down to a limp
And in this monochromatic landscape
Even souls are forced to face each other
And smile a mirror grin in the midst of a divorce
Fresh powder and gray skies falling around
Like the ivory and ebony of a baby grand
Careening to the ground with
Resolution
Determination
Desperation
And when it hits it will sound like good ideas that no one will speak
Tears freeze on the way down
They feel like tiny pinpricks
Like the little feet of insects who without mind or reason
Go about their days in bliss and without trepidation

In this place we can only follow those before us
The neat craters flattened out by heavy boots
Line the path in a one-two fashion
Marching along and over the backs of the ones who gave up
Thinking they are farther than anyone of us could be
And something as simple as an offered hand
Would melt the ice and snow.