SNOW, YET AGAIN

The white hue of innocence,
cloaks the frailty of the earth,
a shroud that veils the victims
of the killing frosts of autumn.
It deadens the harsh sounds
as footfalls crush withered petals
and crumpled fallen leaves,
making mute the shouts of frolic
as children throw weapons,
frozen amid winter’s war,
and fashion round effigies
of grizzled old man winter.