Snow
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In the darkening sky, there's a depth one can feel
My breath forms a cloud in the late evening chill
My eyes search for the sign of an in-coming storm
Small crystals of ice are embraced by the hills
And have raced to the valley, to my own window sill
Encased in a cocoon of my grandmother's quilt
I step off of the porch, and sit down on the stoop
I am warm while the night is so quietly still
Just a small trace of gold tints the soft, leaden clouds
There is neither a moon, nor a star to be found
In the thrill of the cold, there are glorious flakes
Of silver lace petals that fall on my face.
Indented, undefined are the trails we may find
When the snow falls around me, at the end of the day
Erasing the tension that may pass my way
Such a moment is proof, that some things are divine
Designed just to soften the trials of our lives
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11/17/15 For Contest Sponsored By Shadow Hamilton "Snow"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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