A thousand snowflakes hit the ground at once
Each more impure than the next
There was a shadow of something bleak
Emptiness like a living thing filled the street
Someone was dancing in the distance
But the dance was obscene
The wind picked up
Not a howl but a roar, coming closer
It promised pain
You can fight it in vain
But it's there all the same
Make the fires burn deep
Before you turn to sleep
adam stevens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-scene-2/
