Snow Angels
A whisper
so quiet
even the creak
of branches
sounds
thunderous
by comparison
as mossy beds
are buried
beneath
tufts of white
that land
on chilled cheeks
parted lips
and
closed eyelids
Snow Angels
A whisper
so quiet
even the creak
of branches
sounds
thunderous
by comparison
as mossy beds
are buried
beneath
tufts of white
that land
on chilled cheeks
parted lips
and
closed eyelids
*Grins* Beautiful, my love. And I know you enjoyed your hike in the snow as you’ve been waiting so long for it.
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