Snow floats down slowly as if it dances to its own symphony. Oversized flakes, wavering from their normal path, drift in the slight breeze and lay upon all they touch. It is more than snow I see through the window panes. It is hope. It is peace. Above all, it is a promise of better things, more beautiful things, to come.
Winter’s breath enfolds
Nature welcomes the embrace
Hope is found again
So beautiful: words and the picture.
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Thank you! My first attempt at writing one of these!
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We are having our first snow since November. It is light and passing, yet beautiful. May we all find hope.
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