No More Snow

Blood

in the snow. 

Knots in my hair. 

Ice in my nose, and 

ears. 

Spin, spin, spin, 

cheers the Earth. 

Sad world, we are. 

Melted

snow. 

Brush... 

Brush... 

Brush. 

Stop spinning, 

please. 

Please stop spinning. 

We are 

the Sad World. 

Author's Note

written several years ago