The snow nibbles your fingers and nose
You stare wonderingly at the shadowed white
Flakes quietly melt upon your shoulders
Down some frosty brick steps you trek
Making the first stamps of melted snow
It's a cold, lucid January night
Stars peek out of the blacker than black sky
Yet, so much light surrounding
Sighing, you glance behind to find
Your footprints following every step
You decide to look on the inside
At your heart, but quickly waver
Watching God dust the earth
Is the wisest choice anyone can make tonight
I was wondering where this had disappeared to :) Love it
ReplyDelete"Your footprints following every step." I like it. :) I think you should write a poem about The Vanilla Bee.
ReplyDeleteThat's a good idea :) I shall, and soon!
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