ALONE WITH THE SNOW

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Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}

A walk in the dark.

Alone in the park.

The cold creeps.

The trees shiver.

The falling snow whispers.

The stars sparkle.

No voices.

No noises.

Alone with the snow

And the bitter cold.

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow is falling.

Flakes float to the ground.

A hush falls across the city.

Few cars dare to brave the roads.

Too soon for building snowmen.

Footsteps have yet to marr

The white surface.

A white blanket.

Sparkling clean.

The city is refreshed.

Its sins covered.

A rebirth.

THE FIRST SNOWSTORM

 

Snow covers the ground

with its white purity.

Everything is

whispered clean.

Sounds are muted.

Animals go into hiding.

A hush falls.

We’re able to take a deep breath,

step back,

and enjoy the beauty.

There’s no hurry.

Cars are buried.

Mass transit is shut down.

We have time for family

and snow ball fights.

Sleds sliding down

newly created hills.

Hot chocolate

in front of the fire.

Marshmallows roasting

on sticks.

I have my boots and gloves.

I’m ready!

HEAR THE WHISPERS

by hdunsirn:Peabody library, baltimore 9.6.14
©hannahdunsirn

The peace.
The quiet.
The hush of the hallways.
The smell of books.
The taunt of knowledge.
Sit at a table.
Sit by the stacks.
Sit in the corner.
Absorb the essence.
Hear the whispers.
Of readers.
Of authors.
Read about love.
About adventure.
About history.
About life.

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow has fallen.
A hush falls across the city.
A city covered in a soft,
white blanket of snow.
It cushions the earth.
Giving a clean look
to what was once dark.
Is the city cleaner or
is it just an illusion?
Life is a series of illusions,
for you to pick the right one.
The right one for you.