Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Snowing again

I look out the window and softly, what do I see?

Silent white crystals descending thru the air
Promising to change the world around me
Making all seem pure and fair.  

These cold crystals, silent as the night,
Without the noise of combat, take their place;
Descend to cloak the world in white,
And slow the bustle of the human race.  

Beneath this wintry shelter, now unseen,
Lie hid the remnants of last season's strife,
Soon to show forth in glorious shades of green
The joyful chaos simply known as:  life. 

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