Falling Snow

The snow cannot be quieter than my random thoughts, where both land on lonely tapestry.  Cold, beautiful and fleeting, each flake a star from a distant galaxy of memories.  Every one is different, timeless yet transient, gliding to a silent repose in my mind's silken rose.

Connifer Connifer
56-60, M
1 Response Mar 3, 2010

Very well written