There is a street that I walk on quite often

Snow blooms on trees that hang over its walk

Sentiments breeze by with ease through the leaves

With a willingness- chilling, yes- to talk

How many companions I have on this trek

Will be with me all through the snow

I breathe just to breathe

And I walk to just walk

And I think just to do quite the same

I leave just to leave

To a thought that I thought

But this street, here, shall always remain