by Arrianna Prentiss

 

Snowflakes fall from clouds of cotton,
the Concretes darkness is now forgotten.
Footprints to my destination,
the silence is my meditation.
Fresh snow shimmers in the night,
when the snow is gone
it’s in the sky
and all the whiteness in my sight
will flash upon my inward eye.
The ice like thin crystal sheets
are placed atop the pond
the sparkling dust
that sweeps across
you’ll see the best at dawn.
Sometimes life plays fast and hard
and it leaves you with no where to go,
but nothing seems more calming
than the booming silence of the snow.

 

source Poem Hunter