Whiteness
Whiteness is falling
Wet cold collects on the ground.
Breaths of wind play a tune
The whiteness knows the dance.
Soft, yet when pressured hard,
Beautiful yet dangerous - Everything, everyone bows to your power.
When you're here I feel you've been here ever.
But seasons pass
And soon you will disappear
Only to reappear
When time rolls once again
To your domain.
posted by Colleen @ 10:06 PM
3 Comments:
Lovely.
As the snow began coming earlier this season I remember being struck by the realization that winter was here again! Just like last time and the time before. I am living through another winter. It sort of removes you from time, and yet places you so imperceptably in the middle of it.
hmmm, reflective.
The snow looks so clean and peaceful this time of year - from in a comfy chair drinking hot cocoa!
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