Nestled between the needles,
white amongst the green,
tucked into crevasses to hide
from the warm, yellow sun
rising.
We, the snowflakes,
will soon die here.
Our lives are short, but sweet
in April.
Tag: april
pandemic snowfall
“Rest easy, world,
stay inside for just a while longer,
I will soften the Earth
and wrap it in a blanket.
Watch me fall and swirl and blur,
remember to look for beauty
even amongst destruction and uncertainty.”
The snow whispers words to me.
Dawning Words 