Silent Snow and Jellybeans

The silent snow
Falls across the frozen fields.
I look on in silence
And see the corpse
Of spring.


I’m practicing the art of isolation today.
People aren’t really my thing anymore.
It's like a bag of jelly beans
If you don’t have variation
Eventually you’ll get fed up with the same flavors.


Maps and books are in my room
I move them and think of you.
What you’re doing
Across the globe.


You’re a different kind of jelly bean.
I like your flavor.


I look on in silence
And see you.