the falling sky

Cold hands numb feet. Slow shivers. The cold day. The pure white snow. Slowly falling from the sky to the ground. The white snow so cold. White snow on the green pines. Siting here in this hole waiting for nothing to hapin. This line I watch. Cold days cold nights. No warm fires. No warmth in this place. Just the cold white snow. O well life gose on and here I sit. Knowing nothing. Just waiting for things to hapin. Its going to be a long night.