16. Sadness in snow

Don't dapple grey skies in an effort to please
Put candy floss coatings on the bare bark of trees
As coat collars turn up, turn each man to himself
He slithers on blindly to his place on life's shelf

Then as the speechless skies drift by
And the trees lift their arms to the skies
And people find places to go
Leave me behind with my sadness in snow
Leave me behind with my sadness in snow