Lacey snowflakes
icy candy-floss of winter
melting tingling and burning my face
my tongue
my breath
hushed whispering chilling enticement to my senses
as I, moving through the passive evergreens
catch faint the rhythms of voiceless music
snow waltzing descends
suspended
dreamy dance in time frozen
how quiet it gets when the snow falls.
like a feather blanket being wrapped around you....
sounds muffled....
air being purified one tiny snowflake at a time...
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