Winter Magic
I beheld amidst the baleful sky,
a single snowflake falling gently
startling white against the slaty gray.
The crystal alit with cushioned sigh
upon your lips and sat contently;
you, too cold for it to melt away.
Rested long upon that ruby scar
did that winter's magic falling star.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2024
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