White

Since it's winter and it did snow, I had inspiration to write a poem about winter.

I walk along on this long, dirt road.

And as I walk, I am alone.

I ask myself, am I lonely? Am I sad?

But I never am.

As it grows cold, it starts to snow.

I keep on going, despite the cold.

It doesn't bother me. Nothing does.

I keep on walking, and I don't look back.

I walk along this long, dirt road.

Its now winter, and falling, it snows.

Intertwined with the cold

I walk along this road

And Iam alone.