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.