“A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air…whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne
The soft silence of snow,
the morning’s crisp cold,
the hushing fall of so many
tiny, crystal worlds cocooning
us into a long-needed pause,
and I welcome the suspended calm.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 