Winter

As temperatures drop and the first layers grow, I question whether is it ice or is it snow
The wind blows the frozen white rain
And I still wonder year after year
How does it look so white when in fact it is just crystal clear
The traction is scarce
Forcing me to walk tentatively with every step I take
Like if I was on a quick cracking icy lake
A colder feeling permeates through my body reaching my soul
I look at it aging, wilting away
each and every day
Relentless like this incessant rain
Is my awareness through pain
I'm removing memories from my brain like dirt and debris
Cause I'm paving the way
To where and when I will finally lay
waiting for people to really mean what they say
I look at the sky, unbearably gray, not knowing if it is just another sleepless night or the beginning of another passing winter day