The Snow.
Late Winter Snowfall
Snow falls
on snow.
Lazily drifting
above to below.
I shuffle
through the white.
All is still...
no sounds tonight.
The trees covered
in frozen ash.
Quiet, serene
they watch, abashed.
I am obtrusive,
so I leave.
Saddened by thoughts
I cannot conceive.
Outside snow
falls on snow.
What else is out there?
I do not know.
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Comments
Don't center the words - go back and have them justified to the left. That way you get the feel of snowfall as you read the text. ;)
Your little granddaughter looks like she really wants to go out and play in all that lovely whiteness!! And we have tons of it here, too :-)
xoxo
Jane
blessings to you aNNa xo