Letter 53: Snow

White, white everywhere

On the ground and in the air

White fingers greedily tapping on my windowpanes

Devouring, covering, shielding

Silent as the grave

Nestling all in its own little world

The wind howls, but it is soon lost

In a swirl of white

Penetrating into the remotest cracks

Striving in this deadest time of year to say,

“See, I make all things new.”

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