Why is it always so silent
With the first winter’s snow?
A magical moment,
The night sky dark
The earth and trees outlined
With their white feathered blanket.
Sound muted, if present at all
I breathe the air, no frost to my breath
It’s not even cold,
I didn’t expect this
As I stepped outside
I wanted you here
To share this with me.
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