solid white plains
meet the horizon
crystalized
fine like powder
ice figures
sculpted by
free hand
on every tree
wind swaying
arctic breath
flowing silently
snowflakes dance
innocent eyes
childhood ideas
good memories
nestled inside
from the window
looking outward
deep in thought
weaving beauty
when a voice
so familiar
warms my soul
with splendor
my son says..
Dad, it’s snowing!!
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2016
Awww that is so sweet. Nice memory.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t always give a lot of tender moments in my writes. lol. Tell you the truth, they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. Appreciate you.
Damian
My breath caught in my throat when I got to the last stanza.
Snow can do so many things, but most of the time it brings us back to those special memories.
This is special, Damian. I’m honored that you shared this with us.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t show my tender side often, this one was letting my guard down, big time. It was a special memory, in fact they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. That and I didn’t want to damage them mentally by not understanding why daddy drinks so much. I didn’t want to scar them. I brought tears to my own eyes now. Best choice I ever made. Appreciate you.
Damian
Got me right in the feels🌺
Appreciate you, my friend.
Ditto.