December
cold grey morning sky
first flakes fall
ice crystals
softly blur my world from sight
hills of snow – growing
Silence grows
as snow flakes gather
transforming
humdrum scenes
into something new – special
never seen before
In that morn
of cold December
suddenly
in silence
a fish floated in the snow
outside my window.
gsk ’17
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