Slow snow falling –
Tracing liquid spirals through
Crystalline evening skies.
We hear each frozen masterpiece call
And laugh,
Their voices like twinkling stars
In the cold night.
They make their way from
Heaven to
Earth,
Pulling us in their wake –
Into their snow joy.
Window panes, frosted in
Delicate designs and
Rippled with age,
Hold back the chill –
Hold in the pleasantness.
Scenes of snow beauty show through
Reflections of design and comfort –
In one flat surface,
Interior and exterior wonders
Juxtapose themselves in
Perfect sense.
Their paneled translucence invites
Us to view worlds, both
Marvelous and mighty, from
Within our own boundary of
Comfort, peace and wholeness.
A divan of wondrous proportions
Cradles us in comfort and
Familiarity. We recline in royal
Splendor, beholding the prosperity
Of our kingdom and the
Peace of our subjects –
You and I
Spend these hours with
No thought of frugality,
No mention of budget.
Time swirls past us and disappears,
Not willing to interrupt
Or interfere. Our own
Exhaustion cannot quell
This love, for love lingers
Long after we fall blissfully
Into restful, contented sleep.
The fire in its place crackles
And glows on our sleeping forms,
Our fingers entwined,
Our hearts smiling. The
Warmth we feel radiates not
Only from the fire,
But also from the
Fire within.
Softly, the flickering light fades
And we are left bathed
In the still light of stars and moon,
Amplified by snow crystals.
Yet even these bid us farewell, and then
We alone know of the bliss
We find in the waning hours
Of the night.
This is love.
Slow snow falling. . . ❤️
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Beautiful, Jim.
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I couldn’t get the phrase ‘slow snow falling’ out of my head. So there’s where I put it.
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This is beautiful. It really is a love poem. Very nice.
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