Snowstorm

Clean and blanketing everything
Visibility reduced in an instant
Fresh and white, signifying
All those possibilities and potential
Fresh start and new beginnings
But only until it melts away
Gone into water and mud
Remnants of the detritus
Of things fallen and lost

Warehouse

I used to revel in the quiet moments
The silence and solitude wrapping about me
Like an old comfortable blanket, soft and warm
But now they seem vast and lonely
An abyss of open space and time
As if I'm standing in the middle of a gigantic warehouse
Walls on any side unseen, voice echoing
Darkness closing in like a silent thief