Snow is change
It flurries and swirls like the passing of memories.
It holds time. Moments of new, slowly turning into routine.
Snow is the horn of winter, inhaled deeply. It’s sound an echo, found in the aftermath of an exhaled summer.
Snow is change
But, it is beautiful.
A wardrobe of warmth promised in the soft glow of falling snowflakes.
I can see it, like the deer of a forest’s heart,
Breathtakingly unaware, effortless and apart.
The halfway-point between old and new.
A reminder of how far we’ve come,
And how far we have to go.
Snow is change
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