Quiet Snowfall.
A work in progress poem from my collection of poetry, The Musings of a Twenty Something.
Fresh fallen snow, covers the ground, not yet tainted with the barrage of the bustle.
The calm of the quiet, as the flakes drift down, takes my mind to places undiscovered.
Places of love and breath and air and hope,
Where nobody wants for more than unwanted luxuries.
Stars twinkle silver, among the black sky, illuminating dark as night thoughts
as time moves slowly on.
Drift, drift, drift,
Tick, tick, tick,
What is it like to take a deep breath, in a place of love and breath and air and hope,
Where nobody wants for more than unwanted luxuries?
