Snow drifts past my window pane, dawdling, lingering, settling on the ledge where I can trace it.
One and then another and yet another, piling atop each other, connecting, forming, weaving a puzzle-piece rug, blanketing my dirty window ledge until it looks like cake icing.
Watch them scuffle, shuffle into perfect place, locking their arms forever, I slowly, gently move the glass aside, just watch the snow do it's humble.
But I do not touch, do not utter not to interrupt the wonder, with my soft breath fogger, this process is too magical, fantastical, dynamical.
All through the day watch it work with the sun's glassy glare, watch it go golden and gloss'n then as time passes olden's
Until molten and slowly gently fade and sink... all the teamwork all the piling work... slowly slowly...
Until my window ledge is black again... the night dark again and I bring the glass down again... amazed, awed at the snow cycle.
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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Comments (5)
I wasn't around for this challenge so I went around and read some poems. I hate it when people write beautiful or nice so I wanted to really read it. I admit that I had to read it twice and then I got it - you were describing the landing of frost and snow on your window. Nicely Done!!!
So vivid and beautiful ❄️
So beautifully written!
Too beautiful! Nice job!
Beautiful stream of consciousness. You have captured the landing of frost and snow elegantly.