This poem was written while listening to the Prelude to Ave Maria by J.S. Bach.
The snow; it falls so softly,
Like the tender notes of Winter-
I stand watching a symphony,
of gusts of swirling glitter-
Like ice forming; a lullaby plays
& I stand in a daze// in awe
of the wonderland before me,
Among a million
crystallized sparkling butterflies
dancing until they drift to sleep
in blankets so soft and white,
to welcome the holiday’s Eve.
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