what can i say? i'm an eccentric woman.

got more soul

than a sock

with a hole.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Snowy Sunday

Snowflakes awake on a Sunday sunrise,
Swirling in the vivid sky,
dancing to the rhythm of peace,
Until they fall asleep ever so softly on the sill,
Silent and serenely.

I watch them in naive wonder
as they form a lovely painting;
Beds of purity lay upon naked nature,
streams of water are hidden under rinks of gleaming ice.
Snowflakes dance to the rhythm of peace.

As the sun glimmers,
I blow a kiss to my window, concealing this scene with a cloud of air
And draw a heart for the sleeping snow.
This snowy Sunday,
a winter bliss,
my favourite day.

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