A Poet's Scripts

Winter

I watch the snow drift downwards,

and the sleek black driveway,

slowly transforming into a

soft,

blank

space

for anyone

to make their mark on.

Almost no signs of life-

bears hibernating,

bunnies in their burrows.

No sight of

anything

at

all.

Suddenly, snow starts pelting the ground,

punching with rage!

I hide in my warm blanket,

snuggle into the chair,

and wait for winter to pass.