As December comes and the first snow falls
I look out my window and watch those tiny flecks
of frozen cotton fall to the ground.
They accumulate on the grass and concrete,
turning the world white as they stick together.
This is when the world is most beautiful,
covered in soft, undisturbed snow, not yet marred by sledding tracks
or footprints.
Not yet turned gray, but still a pure, white blanket
that quiets the earth
and brings some peace of mind to those lucky enough to witness
its slow descent from Heaven.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
As December comes and the first snow falls
I look out my window and watch those tiny flecks
of frozen cotton fall to the ground.
They accumulate on the grass and concrete,
turning the world white as they stick together.
This is when the world is most beautiful,
covered in soft, undisturbed snow, not yet marred by sledding tracks
or footprints.
Not yet turned gray, but still a pure, white blanket
that quiets the earth
and brings some peace of mind to those lucky enough to witness
its slow descent from Heaven.
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