Snow of December

 

December’s snow falls upon us in the quiet.  Matters not be it day or night; the magic of that which be the snow. The tree's leaves white with new fallen snow; weighs heavy upon the branches.  The hush, silence, not even the wind dares to disturb.  The fireplace crackles with last year’s oak. Yet through the window is the picture waiting.   As pleasant be the fire so to is this picture that we see.  Off in our dream, like the falling of the snow with the fire to warm us.  But what of the dance of the snow flakes as they fall, that we see in our mind.  Be it then we are asleep and this be a dream.  Or can it be that the beauty of the moment has taken us where our feet can not go.  That snow fall in December its magic transformed, as are the burdened branches.  As two lovers lay by the fire that dances with the snow.

 

Inspired by Kuskulana 

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