one
single
flake
flutters
gently
down
into the night
followed by another
and another until the ground
is dappled with a winter sheet and finally smothered in a comforter of stifling white
The hold of darkness is released as the earth glows,
producing an ethereal beauty that can be felt in the silence of the soul.
Artists and poets attempt to capture the somber beauty
but their efforts fall short and result in a copy of very poor relief
He's one smart kid! I have to agree with his question... why do countries spend money on the wrong things?
ReplyDeleteOur government has lost it's way-- and I guess we could say that about all governments. They are servants of the rich and powerful. Not the people.
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