It’s dark, It’s cold, It’s quiet

It’s snowing sweet relief

Nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Watching white polkadots

Falling like little ghosts

Sparkle silent under lamp posts

Stillness

Skates across sidewalks covered in

Excuses as far as the eye can see

As the snow falls

You’re free

Can it be?

Head pressed against cold window glass

It’s snowing sweet relief