Standing Still

Petals of snow are gently standing still
Waiting for a soul to catch them up,
Waiting for a wake.

I can barely imagine how they feel,
Standing alone in the cold, cold dark sky
Caught up by the wind, the tempest, the turmoil.

Their dismay seems so obvious at this time
Because, can't you see, they comprehend frozen tears
As if I could speak to their sadness, to their lost minds.

Petals of snow are always standing still
Waiting for a cold embrace to catch them up,
Waiting for a wake.