Winters Blanket

Glistening, the flakes came down, Landed and they drifted; Sticking to the frozen ground, Like powdered sugar sifted. Covering the dirt, the trash, Hiding things distressed; Consuming gently, as if with ash, And frigidly caressed. Winters blanket covered all, Calming noises to a hush; Ceaselessly the flakes did fall, No thing or one untouched. The fire low and almost out, Searching for more wood; North and South she would doubt, Walked further that she should. Searchers called to no reply, Their voices raw and hoarse; Shouts echoed off the ruthless sky, For the girl who’d gone off course. Winter's blanket charms the eye, Frosting limbs and hills; Goodness, beauty does imply, But carelessly it chills. Luke Irwin