Snow falls on me, around me
Adding another layer of insulation
Against the cold for spring’s growth
As I wait for the bus.
A bird flies from one branch to another
One chirp, then two pierce the quiet
A car passes by its engine muted
Slush hissing at the tires as it passes by
Snowflakes whirl in its wake
As I wait for the bus.
catching snow on my tongue
tasting winter...
-gene.
Cheers,
Dan