Whisper Hush the Snow Fall
With expectant face turned skyward,
a gentle quality that can be heard.
I watch the hypnotic, falling snow,
breathe in a cleanness, all it's own.
I smile as feather soft flakes,
sweetly kiss my lashes and face.
My cheeks a cold blushing glow,
calmness in me begins to grow.
A blanket of fresh fallen white,
lace upon lace, builds a quilt of ice.
Standing still, I listen, intently.
The gentle "hush" when snow falls gently.
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