Hush, Like Snow Falling, Such a Yearning Is Mine
Hush, the snow falls,
such a yearning
is mine..
the twilight enfolds
with soft, quiet convictions-
charcoal sketches
of a house-
snow-frosted slate shingles,
the siding in blue shadows
with sunlight
colored windows, a wedding-
white lawn.
A buttercup moon
is nearby, held in the stripped
Winter limbs of a tree;
the tiny snowflakes
are the stars bursting and stinging
your face..
Hush, the snow falls,
such a yearning
is mine...
December 2, 2021
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