Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
After the storm
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Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.