Poem: Winter_Storm
By, John Krozel Jr.

So cold you are,
I feel your breath against my neck.

Frozen time seems to be,
And lost within you.

A moment seems like forever,
Not to change.

You begin to fall from the skies,
Little by little.

I watch mesmerized,
Falling against my skin.

A chill I feel from you,
With snow flakes touching me.

Christmas lights gone for now,
As they disappear from your cover.

Lights and glare I still see,
Down a path I follow to find.

Nothing, but an endless path,
Repeating itself.

Tired from walking,
And giving into depression.

I stop to sit no where special,
And realize the beauty of life.

As I watch the snow falling,
That covers the sadness.

It is beautiful,
How you fall.

By,
John Krozel Jr.