Unfallen Snow

Photo by Kazlor

 

A sky full of snow,

Not yet fallen.

Held in a basket of clouds,

Waiting for release.

Cold winds whirl through air,

Our noses nipped by frost.

Words expelled,

With visible breath.

Pavement still black,

Not yet touched by winter’s tears.

Children bundled in layers,

In anticipation of winter’s playground.

It’s almost cold enough now,

For the clouds to release.