Snow Fall

White flakes of soft cotton balls
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.

A player of words she is
gather spells on blank sheets
her pen, a secret arsenal
ageless like a symphony.

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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