Breathtaking to look at but dangerous to walk through
Like a forest filled with wolves
The white flakes drifting silently to the ground
The wind temporarily subsided by children building snowman and
sledding as the sun mirrored a happier scene
Soon the memories were gone like the melted snow of springtime
A childhood lost within a blustery adulthood
The frosty air blowing violently within
In the wake of the storm she trudges through the fallen wintry spectacle of her life’s conflicts
The seasons may change but in her a snowstorm rages and the wind still howls.
