Snow Crunching
By: Paul Hudson

The snow outside silently is stepped on
Until all that quiet and tranquillity is gone
The air is heavy but a good breath in
As we all snuggle warmly avoiding the snot coming down our chin
The geese scream loudly as we say shut up you lot
Though through this beautiful and unique landscape we are the ones that need to be taught
Limb through limb we keep out of the cold
Believing if we do not blow on our hands we will turn into mold
Though the landscape is right in front of us and we do not see
That the devil inside of us will leave us to be