Outside, the snow falls,
soft, feathery, silent,
Yet there is a message,
swirling, twisting, falling with purpose,
Dropping to the ground with a
silent thud.
Blanketing the streets, the homes,
the yards and vehicles
Each breath of the wind
causing the soft flakes to
move once again
rising, driving against the window pane.
The harmony of winter
and its soft, feathery silence,
quietly anticipating Spring’s boisterous return.by Amanda Nielsen
Words In Motion 2014
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