A Magic Winter Moment

Snow diamonds
in their millions
shimmer, glitter
across the sea
of winter’s
white gold wonder.

My every breath
sky blue perfection,
with puffs
of frosty dreams.

Children’s footprints
in their hundreds
brush away
scintillating glory,
but playful laughter
brings its own
perfect beauty
to the newborn
December morning.

Wind grows crisp.
Brisk gusts
rush through
naked branches,
nibbling for
brief moments
at ear tips
and bare noses.

No words can capture
this magic moment.
I burn the images deep
into the corridors
of my awe filled mind.


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