Covers

What are we?

Where are we?

This autumn

When smoke and ashes

Covers the earth

Soon snow will cover

This land,

but the winter

Will not be like

Before

Glacier Time

Change is a different

Thing

Something difficult

Finding

This slow process

As a glacier

Slowly moving

Towards the sea

Snow

The winter came quickly filling the street’s with white matter

Frozen time

What am I

Nothing more

Then a piece of snow

Nothing at all

Clear cut nothingness

Still that is something

April

Noisy birds, strong white light

The sun is turning the tide,

Black earth and white snow

Mixing, sealing off retreating

To the safety of the library

Growing knowledge and a beard

The Falling Snow

After trying to keep

My head high

Someone put it to the ground

I am breaking through

Hitting and hurting myself

Falling down

Being criticised

All the things I carry

is a heavy load

Eventually we break down

Power is gone

Hope and dreams gone

Only the falling snow

Remains