Snow

Dark thunder,

Light flakes,

Drifting slowly,

Accumulating quickly.

Freezing winds,

Like freight trains,

Rolling by,

Icy chunks,

Falling from the sky.

The world shuts down;

The streets are empty,

Frozen in,

Buried beneath,

A cold white blanket,

Suffocating life.

We re-emerge,

With sun’s first light,

After three days,

To slide across town,

In an attempt to get supplies.

Digging out cars,

Shoveling the streets.

So many wrecks,

So much danger,

If only, if only,

Human life meant more than money.

If only we could sit inside,

Sip our hot chocolate,

And rest in peace.

Instead being forced out,

And risk all these lives,

For what?

To fill the account of the man at the beach,

While we freeze in the snow?