waiting for the snow

I am searching the skies
for the mercy I’ve found
in the cool winter blanket of snow on the ground

The autumn is fading
and with it the brown,
and the things that I’m tired of hanging around

The power of snow
is one I love best
Its strength is in silence, its beauty in rest

I am searching the skies
for the flurry of white
for the covering of scarlet on a soft winter night


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