We’ve been living in this storm so long
That it has enveloped us completely
Now we are one and the same
Sucked into its vortex
Like some bovine in that 90s film
People will look back and laugh, but for now
We’re waiting for a curtain to be drawn back
To reveal the joke, but
We might be the punchline


I’ve never seen
A bigger collection of flakes
All gently falling where they will
Looking so pretty and full of promise
Only to dissolve as they hit the tongue
“Why are you so sensitive?”
“I don’t know…why can’t you keep a promise?”
“You’re such a snowflake.”
“Better than being a run of the mill flake.”


Does anyone know
When the avalanche will start?