A World Ending

Thoughts drift like snowflakes

in the pale, faded blue

arranged over this freezing day,

these anthills of homes

among snow and trees,

the concealed faces

on the slippery streets of ice;

the darkness before and

the darkness coming,

these lives slipping through

the cracks opening

everywhere you look.

A world ending

with no news of a coming birth.

19.01.2016