The snow is a blanket surrounding our world,
Protection from the winter.
White, pure, it seems soft;
Yet when you touch it, it’s cold;
At first it seems safe, the lamb of winter.
You see the children play,
But that which seems safe only entices you to trust,
And then can destroy your faith.
Tearing at your skin
Freezing, melting, seeking out every warmth.
Pure no more, as the cars turn white snow
Dark with filth and grime from the streets.
You thought it would protect you,
Embrace you, comfort you.
“Here, child, I’ll keep you safe.”
Everything is not as it seems.
It sneaks behind your back,
Stabs you, laughing gleefully with the children.