Awaken by a muted, deafening silence,
Although, sounds are present dull, numbing.
Deep inside my ear.
Familiar; announces you are here.
Drapes asunder, there you lay,
White as the given day.
Falling softly to the ground,
Appearing as a soft eiderdown.
Lightly covering, all around,
Gently gliding, can be found.
Lace like flakes, of a formation,
Each one differs, no combination.
Footsteps with caution, gingerly taken,
Each a crisp, crunching sensation.
Leaving behind, indentations,
Clear prints, map a destination.
Breda Ware
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