Inverted Reason

Everything's falling on snow

my head wrapped snugly around the wool hat...

these feelings have me

as they gaze on the frozen river dark.

The cinder hearth is a fresh take

on cold toes -

chopping kitchen leans a whisper

in these lonely ears.

Negation sentiment scratches it all to basics.

Begin I again...

Everything's falling on snow.

The gist gets you, right?

He's streetlamp swirl gone,

like every creation that falls into shadow.