The Snow: a Poem

 By LIMU EMU

The sprinkles of snow scattering across the ground,

All while I sit here at a desk.

Pleading, yearning to go outside,

To see the world as it once was.

As the wisps of wind slow down,

There is yet a flicker of hope remaining in my heart.

Doomed we are, doomed.

As the January after November starts to roll around,

Must this be one of the last snows I’ll ever see?