Saturday, December 18, 2010
Snowy morning run
Fresh snow
Soft beneath my feet
Hushes my steps.
Still falling, it dances
Hovering on the breeze
Clinging to branches
Smothering stones
And drinking in the light
Draining the colour
From everything it touches.
Inconsequential thoughts rarely worth muttering out loud
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