The cold bites
on these early
January nights.
The remaining
fairy lights blink
for one last merry show.
Moonlight lands
on the ground
in a prelude of the snow
about to fall all around,
and my breath hangs
in clouds, a foot from my face
before evaporating into the air.
A voyager on a mission to space.
I stand in awe.
Watching
as the snow
gradually starts to fall.
A light dust,
like dandelion seeds
drifting slowly downwards.
Forming a crust of ice.
Glittering crystal coats the ground.
In my head a sound
like chimes every time
a stray snowflake lands
delicately at my feet.
For one second
I don’t miss the heat,
I’m so transfixed by the way
the shards land upon the seat,
by the way the air is bleached in white.
Dulling the pigment from the night.
The dusting
becomes a flurry
as hurriedly more snow
joins the scouting party.
The air now a speckled blanket
covering every view.
A thin membrane
into a world that we once knew.
Now replaced
by the magic
that drifts in front of you.
The air quiet now
as if all sound has been
sucked dry.
All but the crunch
as you place one foot
onto the clean untouched
canvas that has been laid out.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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