The snow is falling
again.
She feels like an old
friend.
I fall with her at my
ease.
With one request, if you
please.
I beg her to break my
fall,
and allow grace to cover the sins of
all.
Sun strikingly yearns to rise and
heat
the frozen earth beneath my
feet.
My fall, I fear is not easy nor
soft.
Minds cooling their anger keep hope
aloft.
But, I am sinking beneath the
weight
of my own government filled with such
hate.
Will we ever see another summer of
love?
If cold snow keeps falling from
above?
One thing I truly
know.
No one can make me hate the
snow.
My heart melts as the snow soon
will.
I hold fast to love for all,
still.
annarino writes 