The scent of hot cocoa
Sweatshirt and fuzzy socks
Supplies warmth with in and out
Settled in for the night
So gentle and fluttering
A winter butterfly
Or like a fresh coat of paint
Dreary vista made bright
The flood of flakes fall
Like the sea foam on waves but
Silently pounding the landscape
With all its might
A swarm of snow
Buzzing from the heavens
Surrender to the elements as
Air, water, and earth fight
Sequestered for the evening
The outside becomes still
Silence has a color
The color is white
About the Creator
Elle P. Brown
Elle writes from the heart - and sometimes the twisted mind specializing in plots & plot twists with a dash of reality in them.
Quoting Edgar Allen Poe: "A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it."
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