Falling white velvet,
vanilla eiderdown,
wafts toward the sleeping earth
all without a sound.
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A great sing not a conceal....... Hear the flakes kissing, and watch the ice cling. There's invisible car-hissing, while naked tree branches sing. it is with our heart to bear a sad....bloom you made touchful...
A gorgeous poem, full of potent imagery. Loved it. Hugs Anna xxx
A terrific description of an emergency. Even when I'm off duty, my ears still perk up at the sound of a siren, because I know that it signals that..somewhere...someone...is in trouble. Hugs, Dee