snow one

i open my eyes
to no sound
and no time
'cause the ground
is blanketed by
silent white

all roofs are peaked
in white;
branches are drooped
with white beards
and there are no roads home
no tracks

there is no horizon
simple sky
simple ground
all blurred and white
we look up to
no sun

slippery feet move us
arms cling
and the snow drifts
happily into
our laughing
mouths

begin

at the beginning
because the middle
is
in

and the end
has not happened
the
end