On Unclean Snow

It fell to earth on unclean snow-
An icy flight of self-spawn'd hate
For something only you will know.

The chilling winds to you do blow
While a graying mist makes me late;
It fell to earth on unclean snow.

To the walk on the bridge I go
Yearly on this same dismal date
For something only you will know.

Water under the ice below
Was born to bear an unkind fate;
It fell to earth on unclean snow.

My hopeful seed will never grow;
On the railing I sat to wait
For something only you will know.

Surprise hands over eyes just so;
My body damning your bold trait.
It fell to earth on unclean snow
For something only you will know

Nate Kailhofer claims to be as a babe in the woods when it comes to poetry.

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