Fresh Snow
Flakes Upon Flakes...
Of newly Fallen Snow...
Collecting in the stillness...
On the pathways to my mind.
My thoughts fall ever gently...
Floating down before my eyes
In complete and utter silence...
Glorious prisms from the sky.
Gathering with a whisper...
Loose and yet connected from within...
Drifting ever silently...
Against the windows of my soul.
Copyright Christine A Kysely, November 14, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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