Heart Of The Matter
The Snow
The snow,
Fell softly,
Silently,
Flake upon flake,
Unnoticed,
Unheard,
Beautiful,
And deadly,
Loved,
And hated,
Relentless,
In its quest,
To live,
To die,
Leaving only,
A peaceful memory,
In the midst,
Of a cold,
Cold heart.
So beautiful,
The snow,
By silent night,
Tinged golden,
By amber streetlight,
And challenged,
Only,
By the brave,
Or … by the foolish.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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The Snow
The Snow