March's winter's emotionally cold,
leaves sparkling cullets on the ground,
and shadows dancin' 'round.
Tears apart what was once whole.

Freezes all our emotions.
Expels all of our hope.
One question's around:
How to cope?

And the starlight cuts sharply,
just as a knife.
In a starlit, cold,
cloudless night.

Otherwise you can see clouds hangin'
like faded gray curtains in the skies.
Smoke from chimneys joining them
One question things're revolving 'round: Why?

You can see snow
fallin' down 'n' rushin' by.
You know something that did the same thing:
Your life.

© in 2013