Snowflakes on your sleeve

On this crisp winter's night,
silken blankets drape the landscape,
absorbing each step
with muted staccato groans
as you wander about
in the moon's reflected light.

The echo's of the seasons
ring clear in your mind.
Nature's sleepy renewal
seems to pause time.

Crystalline breezes stroke your face.
Glittering fields whirl and dance,
the only tenants in the darkness,
of this solemn place.

A few icy minstrels,
welcome you with their attraction.
Clinging to hair,
arms and legs,
their visit,
a pleasant distraction.

As you pass through this time and space,
lessons of existence quietly state their case,
paused for a moment to let your perceive,
the reflections of nature's beauty,
to be found,
in the snowflakes on your sleeve.
© Dave Lawson, 2000

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