dissipate.

snow-

drenching hills of
starry porcelain skies
like fountains of
gratitude,

blankets the world
in a wave of withering
white, giving us all

fresh new slates.

separate stories entwined
like roses upon castles,
lose identities within
the storm.

hazy skies recollect the
shards, but nevermore
are they whole.

nostalgia remains a myth,
buried forever beneath
that wretched

snow.