The cold south
The snow is what people in the south waiting for. It is probably the nearest point we can reach the snow in the last ten years. I am not excited though.
The snow is like white hair of the old. There are at the far north. However chilly winds blow falling leaves; running water takes away the time. The snow takes the snow.
The distance separates us; the cold bound us together. What makes you homeless and brings the loneliness, my people?
I am buried in the cold snow, I am cold, but my heart is still warm. I know you are cold as well. Never mind. Birds will be singing in the morning, like the old times. And I will be back with the strength and courage.