Sunday
Beyond her window, the world rests
Stone still
Hushed
As snowflakes tumble
It’s quiet out there
Her eyes look up
For a moment
Imagines herself a child again
Hands raised
Twirling, wondering
beneath a halo of white
While the world stands
Stone still
Hushed
And it is achingly beautiful there.
Beautifully said.
Thank you, anneli.
And this is achingly beautiful in the way you’ve captured that lovely atmosphere of snow 🙂