I do not want the snow to fall,
To add another disappointment to the ones I already hold,
These that sit desolate, upon my lap,
To mock me with their distinctive lack
Of all that I dreamed of, and all that I hoped,
Would happen this month, this year, this life.
Some wishes of mine, although delayed may yet
Perchance still occur,
But yet, those that sit still and silent, all the more
Make clear the lost hopes I was yearning for.
The snow hides all under its thick coat
Of white that freezes, and hides my hopes,
While yet still displaying clear,
My disappointments at the start of the year.