Poetry

Snowstorm (#32)

Snowflakes float to the earth like fairies in dance,
Icicles adorning the windows fall at chance,
Smoke rises from the chimney encrusted with snow,
Ice crackles and pops in the trees above and below,
Spring wanting grasses peak through the snow-laden hill,
Frost glides upon the breeze to the window’s sill,
Windowpanes frosted over with a wintry glow,
While inside the wines of the past summer flow,
Warmth of the fireplace softly blankets the room,
And outside the wintry cold ever in loom,
Sparse decor on the fire warmed floor,
Candles are lit and mistletoe above the wooden door,
And old comfortable couch centered front the fireplace,
Sits a couple firmly snuggled face against face,
Eye to eye and glass to glass,
An eternal moment never to pass.The empty snow holds only trails and frozen tears,
Snow begins to fall again giving warning another storm nears,
Off the mirror of snow, shards of sunlight are reflected back,
The weight of the snow causes limbs to pop and crack,
Clouds bleached the skies in a milky white,
Temperatures drop, and the wind carries an icy bite,
The white darkens into a dull dark gray,
Giving the appearance of an ending day,
Very few creatures stir in the snow’s wake,
Heavier and heavier it falls giving no signs it’s going to break,
Prints become memories as they fade from sight,
Surroundings turn dismal and unforgiving the closer to night,
Snowdrifts deepen until they finally cap,
The eerie silence only was broken by limbs that snap,
Snowstorms after snowstorm unlikely to subside,
Leaving only frozen tears to quietly reside.

Any Thoughts?

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