Nothing But The Snow

The snow covered everything,
It blanketed the flower beds still trying to sing their song.
The dead leaves were embedded into the frozen icicles.

Everything seemed to be stuck in place,
Frozen, like, statues.
Nothing moved, but the people,
Trying to survive in the deadly weather.

The footprints were engraved into the snow,
Making a painting,
Illustrated by the village and its critters.