the snow came spiraling down
the snow fell to the ground
symmetrical symmetry
eclectic intrusive vacuum of cold
the snow warmed the soul
like a blanket covering
the frozen earth
spinning, spinning
out of the gray sky
the snow came spiraling down
the snow fell to the ground
illusive conducive conducting
shivering reluctant recipient
of flakes matching the leaves
what creatures rest beneath
the frozen earth
spinning, spinning
out of the gray sky
the snow was spiraling round
the snow was spinning down
flakes fluid flaccid liquid
pulse pluming plummet
dropping ever downward
blanketing the cold mother
like a comforter
only colorless
with all the contours
the only colors white and gray
the only cold was blue
the only wind was still
the only heat was fire
as the sun forgot to rise
this morning in flake filled sky
the snow spiraled dancing
like a ballerina of the night
a quiet storm so still the day
spinning, spinning
out of the gray sky
the snow did fly
would angels glow so?
would mother get our mittens?
would a snow sled slide?
only sleigh bells would tell
when the blizzard blows
inside the fires would burn
and the smoke would swirl
dancing with the flakes
spinning, spinning
out of the gray sky
the smoky fire
out of stove pipes twirl
the sparks and smoke
we heat our morning brew
on the hot top
while out the window
the snow spins ever down
the snow spirals to the ground
spinning, spinning
out of the gray sky
the symmetric snow flakes
cover the heads of birds
the dogs and horses coats
the branches of trees
the patches of grass
the barren earth
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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