London Poem: Day 141

5 January

My first snow fell tonight,
Life swallowed up by
Soft white sheets,
All noise coming to nothing,
And everything wrapped in stillness.
Lily white flakes
Flutter down like little
Drunken men;
The country in chaos,
But here, existence comes
Together, locked away
To let the rest get on
With their conflict.
It is you and I here,
With all of the cold and
Folds of sound tucked away
To be blind and dreamy
As the rest wrestle with their lives.

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