Snowflakes

Silently the snowflakes fall, trees weary from their burden 

A silken sheath across the land reaching to the shoreline   

I walk these dark streets alone, fresh footprints in the snow 

Hypnotic, drifting patterns, meander in midnight air

Windows glow with inner light, flames flicker on the curtains

People slumber by the fire, smoke rising from the chimneys

I am the only living thing, for as far as my eyes can see 

I wonder how the spiders live and where the sparrows go

Snowmen stand and guard the gates and smile as I pass them by

Almost at my journeys end, my hands and feet are frozen

Home is here, I breathe the warmth which stings my sleeping fingers

I rest my head down by the fire, leaving the world to winter

AIKA
Markham, ON, CA
20062018