The prairie is cold today

Brown with the white of snow

Filling in the gaps between dead grass

And falling from the grey skies

As large flakes dancing in the wind

As if to whisper in your ear

“You can be alone here in this place

The last person left peaceful on earth”

And you will not be mourned

When finally you have gone

For this is the way of all things

That have roamed across this flat earth

Near the end of icy winter

When life prepares to wake one more