Walk the Snow

There have been so many white days since you threatened me Lassie go...just go silenced me muzzled my voice lasoed my creativity and yours Where does it go the muse of love when love captures the essential beat and stops the drum the snow falls like Pompeii ash Smothers out the voice the cries those who chose to shelter flee children... do not remain and try to keep the fire burning All is lost in resistance to change the flower that dies blooms again after the frost...melts spring