White-Gray Snow

it is snowing slow monotonous snow with the patience of a lazy bear it falls across the church (now, an antique shop) on the left, the abandoned house, tonight, wishes may she also be seen by the stones, like a miner has a light on its forehead, in front of our house, the bulb lights burn and are in competition with the farm on the hill, the snow settles comfortably on every single tree, I wonder, scientifically, how much snow can a tree hold, but some twigs? I pray for the snow to keep falling, the roofs, you would say, are kufi hats thrown from the sky, we don't know when it will snow again, the world is gossiping: global warming, the earth is heating up, I think it's the other way around, the sky warmed up again and the earth is cold cold as if embalmed to stop its decomposition * the sky, as usual sacrifices itself it is snowing white-gray snowing