Hollow eyes
see the snow drift
slowly drifting;
their vacant stare
no longer dares
read a history etched
on withered parchment
as the snow drifts
slowly over them;
hollow and bleak
the day’s remains
remain abandoned
till Winter comes to
take them away;
watched by hollow eyes
watching the snow drift
drifting slowly;
our existential cries
muffled
in the suffocating
sclerotic
snow-caped
landscape,
where Winter has buried them
all.
An introspective, and visually impactful treat.
Beautiful thoughtful verse invoking search for something in the winter blizzard
Inward looking as the poet surveys the snowscape.