MagesticStem

I like to watch
The snow dance outside my window.

Sometimes it twists and turns in an aimless fashion 
While other times it pirouettes and leaps

Some flakes dance in groups while others 
Twirl solo 

A soft blanket covers the ground
White and sticky
It clumps on the sides of my shoes 
As I walk carfully through it

Green peaks though 
In each footprint

The roofs and tops of the cars have a small dusting

You pull the blankets up to your nose
But your eyes stay wide
They dart around looking
For something that may 
Or may not be there

Was that a sound?
You feel a scream building up in your throat