"Yes, it's Cold and I'm old—I know
But I still walk—to see
People crunching over the empty Snow
Down the Street.

Grey Houses—filled with Faces
Too Blank or Bare to be known.
Grey Animals—marching places
And marching alone.

Animals Numb to Pain
Or too Numb to know
They're living alone in winter again
Through freezing Rain
And Burning Snow.

They stand off to the side—
Check the time, huff the Air
But they know deep inside
They're no more Alive
Than the watches they wear.

It's too much for the Price of Birth—
The silence—it costs too much
And they scream and curse and kick the Earth
Because they can't touch.

I couldn't tell you the why or way it
Shut their Voices off—like Stone,
And I can't stand to see or say it—
It hurts to swallow that word—
Alone.


"Winter without snow might as well be called a slightly cooler Autumn." ~ CCKitty (commenting on a picture by 0laffson.)
It finally snowed where I live! Ending a four year 'snow drought' in the area.