The snow, the bitter snowfall
You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline, to become an ode to silence
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen
The cascading pallor of ghostless feather
The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away in silence
Some pics from last night's snowstorm in Buffalo. Lucky we got the car out this morning before the plow would have come and blocked us in with a 4-foot wall of snow.
Such honor should be granted to whoever shoveled the car out in the morning and got it out of the driveway before the plow came and would have blocked it in with 4 feet of snow.