Wednesday, January 08, 2014

"SNOW FLAKES"














Each flake laid down upon another...

Random, fresh, lucent - new-fallen snow! 
Collecting each and every stillness...
Listening ...a next frigid gust for, to blow.


Each crystal tumbles, ever so gently...
Floating - coasting before one's eyes.
Silent peace, thus completed...
Dancing prisms, descending from the skies.

Not one alike, gathered without a whisper...
Powdery, yet connecting the young, to the old.
Drifting ever slowly, quietly downward...
Alighted, mirrored-up to and against one's soul.


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