Wednesday, August 31, 2022

A snowfall in Harold’s Cross Park in May

 

I stop to gaze upwards into the falling petals,

filling my eyes with their gentle movement,

ears with the silence that descends with snow

and am for those moments lost to this world;


and wishing to share with another that silence,

notes played by petals that just shimmer down;

someone to share an enchantment; not just the fall

but the precariousness of so beautiful a moment.

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