white and pure
silencing all-
the birds, their calls
hushed.
Each flake
exquisite,
unique
Tasty to teeny tongues
Deathly, dangerous, devious
on state-route sixty-six.
Snow
muffles the screams
downtown
the pouring blood
now a trickle
its cold
slows hearts
"Snow, snow,
I love it so!"
White and pure,
silencing all.
