SILENCE OF SNOW
SILENCE OF SNOW
I stand watching the light from
the tall window. As it turns
the blowing snow slightly blue,
it whispers through;
going from white to blue to white.
A small boy’s breath frosts the pane
as he draws hearts and flowers,
X,s and O,s .
The glass is a transparent window
to his soul. It is as silent as the
falling snow; if the falling
darkness matters.
The small hand turns the glass sphere
and the snow storm whirls within.
I silently remember and watch
as the light turns the snow slightly blue.
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