A cold bite in the air,
each breath feels sharp and clean.
The first snow flake falls and
everyone wonders if it is simply
blowing snow.
But, flake after flake
falls in downy wonder.
The snow hushes birds,
dampens the rustling trees.
It is easy to imagine you
are the only souls
in the world
Reflecting. Discovering. Learning.
a spark to linger along the way
making mistakes in plain site
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Love your last lines, “It is easy to imagine you/are the only souls/in the world.” I’m ready for the quietness of winter to give way to the harmonies of spring’s songs.
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Great readding this
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