• pranat03 50w

    I stay low
    hidden inside
    till it snows
    watch pedestrians
    pass by leaving
    footsteps behind.
    By the river
    i go, unruffled.
    Read prose and
    draw some poems
    when it doesn't snow.
    Momentary hint of
    blue sky, place could be
    unmade by shovel.
    Clouds gather
    at the sunset, snow
    descends on my hat
    layer by layer, bringing
    an early night.
    Light taps
    upon the pane,
    perhaps by now
    all the houses had
    turned to snow,
    inside and out.