The winds picking up,blowing a kaleidoscope of twinkling white. Diamonds hop-scotchingacross the soft, snow-covered roads. The starry night, my only lightas the moon hides behind blankets of clouds. Flakes falling;I catch them on my tongue like a kid at play. Tasting nothingness, just chilled wet on wet.They last longer when they fall on my lashes.…
A winter’s night
Reflections on the waterof the moon and starslike diamondsdancing on glass. A spotlight highlightingeach and every twinkleas the snow softly fallstexturing the dance floor. -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhotos by Avery Nielsen-Webb, Cameron Casey and Pixabay. Edited by AKW.