Snow Fall
White flakes of
soft cotton balls
falling, but taking its time
Sublime, swaying on its way
falling, but taking its time
Sublime, swaying on its way
Defining the cold winter night.
An artist’s wait is over
dusted canvas out again
Here comes colour
Splatter and splash.
Splatter and splash.
A player of words she is
gather spells on
blank sheets
her pen, a secret
arsenal
The white flakes
continue to fall
a white blanket
hover the dusted town
million
activities on halt again
staying warm
within the walls.
Swing in
triumph, howl in air
Countless words
will fall in verse
ready to be
sung
through the cold
winter night.
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