A seemingly harmless blanket that folds around everything, constricting and suffocating those who try to rise above its own power.

Precipitation, that sees man's inhumanity as it falls, and is frozen with the horror of mans dark deeds, and intentions.

Falls lightly

On my shoulder

It is comforting

Knowing I'm not alone

In this dirty polluted world filled with smoke.

So cold it burned my face and hands, literally.......

beautiful from the heated car,

or cabin window.

A world of white

Not one flower in sight

Flurries dance there

Ensnared in eyelashes fair

The beauty of Winter

Snow is pure like an angel, but it's neutral; therefore it can be tainted by anything that is not genuine.