Monday, March 02, 2009

Snow is falling
as if it has a purpose
Fluffy flakes are not floating
but are dropped from a
seamless gray sky
Even the blue jays
are silent this morning
as if they are afraid
of disturbing
the thoughtfulness
of the snowfall
The ground has become
pristine once more
the trees donning white pearls
layer upon layer
until the branches are laden
and the earth echoes
a muffled heart beat
I sit here in my comfort
watch a few soft flakes
tap at the window
as if calling me to play
but I will not disturb
the peacefulness
of the moment
I will not
leave my chair
until the end
of day
with shovel in hand
I'll make careful

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