lei fraser

Snow falls in hushed silence
I watch one snowflake in effortless labor
Drift to the soft emerald boughs
Of cedars and pines
The window fogs as I lean
Too close to the glass
The cold creates an intricate design
That takes on life of its own
Crystals spreading
Creating breath taking lace
To dress the pane of glass
I shrug my coat on
And enter this snow filled room
Drawn to the snow piles
To fall with the flakes
To lie face up, eyes closed
In the hushed silence
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