Snow

It can't really be a new year
Until the world's been washed with snow.
A blanket of white to cover the scars
From battles fought long ago.
New days can't come while the night's still here,
Rivers can't reverse their flow.
The trees are bare and the snow won't fall,
All our old wounds still show.
All the world's waiting for a flurry of white,
Waiting for winds to blow.
All the world wants a snowfall
So we can let last year go.

Reviews

[PoeticSorcery]

I like this poem a lot. good rhyming too.