A poem I wrote from my creative writing club.
the
snow
falls
over
the forest,
thick and wet,
creating
a silver
landscape.
drifting
down
in large clumps;
covering
rocks, dead grass,
lifeless trees, frozen ponds.
smothering all in sight
under a heavy blanket
of ice and silence.
one day, eventually,
it will thaw
and melt
leaving
gray slushy
puddles -
signs
of spring.
but now all is buried,
all is engulfed, all is lost,
all is numb in the thick snow.