Poems of the snow

As each flake falls,

The problems around me dissolve

Evaporating through the air

As the snow piles up layer upon layer.

The sounnd of nothing but the wind as it wisps away,

the coat of white on the rooftops left from earlier that day

Now that dusk has faded, only the moonlight shines

And in the face of the moon, I see that woman crying

Why is she crying? Perhaps we'll never know..

But maybe it is because I am the only soul witnessing the wonders of the snow.