clean like snow

and the snows arrived
with the season of diabolic darkness
the waning light cloaked
in grey and white
the lanscape laughing
in seasonal jubialation
the moonwas full,
the earth was crisp,
and then then tenor softened
each of the unmade
decisions, lay burrried
beneath the blurr,
no two are alike
this goes for
anything, no twopeople
no two foxes,
notwo sprucetrees
there is a quiet that makes
this world very unique
the world is orederd
diffferently with the presence
of winter
the winter is altered by the
thoughts of humanity
simmering in a warm stew of heat
cradling thier heads,
nutrturing the nocturnal dream