I woke up to the falling snow
it is gentle and quiet
as if it holds the breath of the world
hostage with heavy silence
twirling and swaying, so
trance-like in the dance
unsure of whether to
rest crystal droplets upon
the branches or
to settle and expand into a sea
of glistening winter white—
reflecting ribbons of early light that
crash through the pale branches
of the still sleeping trees
in the distance
I can see the sparkle of
their halos standing out against
a wisp of clouds.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
I woke up to the falling snow
it is gentle and quiet
as if it holds the breath of the world
hostage with heavy silence
twirling and swaying, so
trance-like in the dance
unsure of whether to
rest crystal droplets upon
the branches or
to settle and expand into a sea
of glistening winter white—
reflecting ribbons of early light that
crash through the pale branches
of the still sleeping trees
in the distance
I can see the sparkle of
their halos standing out against
a wisp of clouds.
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