The Dusting
Not a blanket
but a dusting
of white
turns the world
into a tangle
of white shapes
upon shadows
in a world
of hard lines
and soft shapes
chilled
then frozen
The Dusting
Not a blanket
but a dusting
of white
turns the world
into a tangle
of white shapes
upon shadows
in a world
of hard lines
and soft shapes
chilled
then frozen
I love you so much.
I think our snow here is done for the season
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