Snowfall Of Chalk Dust

Dust fell from the corners of that green board

Bodies from a flurry of words sprinkled across transgressing worlds

Little white dots on the wooden floor

Some from words of sorrow, some from tears of love

Some from fights forgotten

Some from jokes laughed at

Some from prints of friendship

All knit together into a canvas of life

Dust of life accumulated on the wooden floor

Proof of generations that come by

Proof of emotions that roll high

Yet they lay unnoticed, too often left unbothered

Until one day comes  a wind

So bright, a timeless spectacle

Little by little the snow rises in the air

Little by little the canvas turns clean

The memories blown away

The messages now immortal in the hands of the sky

The wooden floor looks on

For another winter of emotions

And a snowfall of chalk dust.