Falling Snow

The snow whispers around me
And my wooden clogs
Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way
Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again
They will be covered and gone.

by Amy Lowell

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Yeah, it's not a great one.... It's one that I wrote in 6th grade.... I just started throwing up some old stuff for randomness.... I wanted to see how much I've progressed.
It flows just fine. It's just not very compelling. That's all.
I can't really suggest how to improve this, there is really no flow at all, but it isn't prose either. Keep trying.