FrostBite

A poem inspired by winter a couple years ago coupled with a message.

A blanket of white covers the ground

A vivid and blinding site all around

Sitting there waiting for the victims to fall

A silent killer, making no sound

Falling distractions, specks of snow

They stare upon it as it goes

Until it fills passed their knees

The piles get bigger as they grow

The weather, inclement as it may be

Provides amusement for those like “we”

Who stand to watch in wonder

Continued contentment, in mystery

Frozen limbs on icy pine trees

Brittle branches snap around me

They stare at the sky,

Fixating a gaze with their eyes

The snow continues to fall

They’ll all be buried alive

Frozen limbs on icy bodies

Brittle souls collapse around me

For the spectators are engrossed

Taken in by diversion, witnessed by most

Skilled sleight of hand takes place

And in moves cold that nature doth host

Be warned, those that live in the heat

So a dismal fate, you shall not meet

Those living in the snow, live too fast

They fall on their faces from deceit

For the beauty around them is all too grand

To go back to warmth’s safety, though it be bland

Entertainment draws them in so close

That they may be led to a trap; led by hand