Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Falling

It’s falling –
snow, white and bitter,
blows in on biting winds
perfumed with winter.

Thickening flakes
paint a pointillist
monochrome landscape,
a gift for the optimist,

sled ready,
hoping for a white-out,
while a crowd of children
starts a snowball fight.

By late afternoon,
everything’s silent and grey,
even the snowmen
have nothing to say.

Night falls hard
with frost and ice
already forming
on every surface.

Kim M. Russell, 24^th January 2019

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