Sometimes, when it’s dark
and extremely cold,
you can go outside
into the wash of crystal clean mystery,
of frigid stillness soundlessly
covering your world,
perhaps luck will let you discover
the delicate beauty of freshly falling flakes
of glimmering clean dry ivory snow
seen by streetlights slowly drifting,
like tiny feathers floating down
to find fellows resting
on the ground or drifting
onto your warm hand,
there to melt and vanish,
or you may scoop some up
and with the soft warm vapor of your breath
gently sending angels
of transparent virgin weightless grains
of magic floating freely through
the colorless clean comfort of night.
Look both ways, up and down, mindful of gaps unseen.
Our Literary Journey 
I love it. I can hardly wait for the first quiet snowy night.
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Beautiful imagery, tender sentiments. Well done, Bill!
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Thank you Maryann. I miss WA. It was 95 here today. No snow 🙂
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Dear Bill,
This almost makes me miss snow. Such lovely descriptions. Although, as warm as it is right now, snowflakes sound enticing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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96 right here and right now. We need to be able to teleport to and from the snow. Just got done with my swim so I could do some snow.
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