The snow is falling, creating with it a silence that can be heard even indoors. The calmness in the air is distilling, the white haze embracing and shadowing any view of scenery.
For this is the scenery, the frozen tears from heaven falling onto our worldly abyss.
Holding breath, waiting as the quiet engulfs all in its midst. The solitude and melancholy it brings a reminder of the year gone by. Thoughts begin to drift like the sweeps of soft snow piled on banks. A bittersweet pinch in the heart, praying for no regrets but yearning for yesterday. The snow, it’s soft beauty bringing the gift of tomorrow, the peace of goodbye and the anticipation of a new day. Wishing under the snowflakes for a new year, a beautiful year, but trying to calm the ungrateful emotion from a year wrought with the torment of battle and bleeding hearts.
The snow is falling, creating a silence with it that can be heard. The snow is falling, in beautiful wisps of creation. The snow is falling and bringing with it birth.