It's Snowing Again

Snowflakes like feathers float to the ground. They pile up silently without making a sound. Some fall down straight, others blow around. One thing in common to earth they are bound. I look upwards to the sky it appears so white. It is kind of strange for the middle of night. As the cold wind blows I feel its bite. All I see is snow, it blocks my sight. As I walk through, it starts to get deep. I slip a little on this slope that is steep. The dampness into my bones it does seep. Angels must be cold, frozen tears they weep. I go inside to seek shelter from the storm. I feel the cold and need to get warm. Covered in snow I look like someone else. As I thaw out I soon return to myself.