Snowing again and a 4 year old poem

Well the snow is finally falling, and it's falling hard on us down here at Red Butte Drive in little old Aspen Colorado.

I'm going outside to hang a big yellow St. Moritz flag that my housemate Mr. Danny the powder Panda just gifted me. It's gonna hang proud down here by the river.

Here is a little something I wrote back on 4/7/03:

The cold spring air freezes the heat
Alone
The smoke inhales us
Licking our lungs in darkness
Orange lenses blending the wood floor
Sharp lines crystallizing the confused mind
The tunnel
Dreaming resolution through destruction
Insanity
Flames lap at the fragile crest of goodness
Ethanol
The gastrointestinal infernal solitude
The branches are cold
They're shivering
Flowers
Mist is holding an hourglass sideways
Stillness
We're already dead