This Snow
. Fluttering
Quietly, gracing
the ground with
their presence. I
see joy in every
white flake.
Can’t you see it too? I’m resisting the urge to tread in
deeper waters of thought as they fall faster now, blurring my
vision, wrapping me in a delicate cloth, giving me warmth when I
know there is none but the cold. It is so wonderful! This is all
I see right now,
this is my whole
environment—this
grey sky and these
carefully tread prints
set in this snow leading
up to this angel that I've
graced the ground with.
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