The snow fell down this morning.

I don’t want to go outside.

These masks they hold a warning.

No more smiles left to hide.

There is stillness in this quiet.

Like this air that gives a chill.

Nothing left to guide or pilot.

All this change and time to kill.

I fear not all will make it.

There’s a bet on me and you.

Winter can bend or break it.

Thoughts of Spring to get us through.