Snow Squalls – by Ralph A. Meiers

In amidst the snow we sit
Blizzards White
Frigid, cool, warm, hot,
Soothing harshness awaits
Delicate, billowy puffs of ecstasy.

A life of decisions, pondering of what tomorrow will become
In our infinite capacity,
Synapses of memories flash.

Selfish Stupidity, and Arrogance;
Welcoming, I think not.
Ignorance – not a bliss I would undertake.
Knowledge without knowing
Harmless heed make way.