10.9. First snow


The first snow


The first snow

fell softly,

one flake at a time,

so quietly

even the leaves

stopped whispering.


By daybreak,

the postcard was painted.

I want to utter every word,

think every thought

as gently as the brush

that stroked this winter canvas.


I want the landscape

of my life

to be quiet

and beautiful.

Sarah Jane Pennington


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