Thursday, December 8, 2016

12/06/16

Snow

Quiet flakes,
Drifting down.
Individually, just a tiny dot,
Persistent in their flight.
Biting cold air
Guides them to a landing.
All day, falling,
Softening edges,
Creating beauty
In icy drifts.
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