by Chris Morales. 0 Comments

A confectionery dusting outside my window.

An angelic precipitation of fluffy snow.

Dancing and darting among themselves,

Flakes of Lovely ring out like bells.

Not loud or clanging metal chimes,

But whispers of delicate winter times.

This rush of whispery wonderful white,

It blankets the Earth, to my delight.

Enchanted by the falling of these feathers of ice,

I’m lost in the wonderland as they entice.

Drawn to the beauty of Nature’s storm.

Covered in the blanket that they form.

Wisped away to a fantasy

By a crust of ice, how can it be?

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