snow

A mystery unsolved buried under the frozen carpet,

layers of an undisturbed perfection.

Tiny flakes so fragile, intricate and light,

a masterpiece of natural construction.  

Secrets lie under It's innocence,  

walked upon by passers by. 

A mask so beautiful yet cold and cruel, 

where the remnants of the summer cry. 

Now a pure and peaceful blanket holds the remains of the day, 

and the past will remain covered

until the snow all melts away.