Small Stone Day 13

Snow is falling.
Different sizes of flake,
invisible against the grey sky,
white against the brown fence.
Meandering, changing direction,
yet falling quickly nontheless,
and dusting the bare earth
with icing sugar.

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About Carol Ross

Interested in therapeutic writing.
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