soft as feathers on my face

tonight i trudged home in snow tracks left by some unsuspecting truck

the snow fell soft as feathers on my face

white fluff, the stuff of angels

i stopped, breathed in deep the cool fresh air

saw icicles shining like raindrops, frozen in motion

and cried with the unspoken dreams of wintertime

‘i’m so glad that i’m alive!’

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1 Comment

  1. Teneale said,

    November 24, 2008 at 5:10 pm

    Don’t tell anyone, but I sort of wish there was some snow here too. Everything looks so dead and brown. Rob and Shaun are happy because working in the snow sucks! But I sort of wish there was snow.


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