Winter

The sun slips under the horizon.

A hush settles

in the falling darkness.

Cornflower.

Indigo.

Midnight.

Behind frosted windows

ice creaks

and cracks

in puddles.

This cold room is still;

enveloped in the silence

of falling snow.

 

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