I thought, one day, that the snow would never end.
That the sky had split like a torn pillow burying the earth in white.
And window glass etched with frost blurred the stillness of midnight.
It wasn't a time or place where my mind could wander.
Instead, it was a time when emotion might.
No person should witness such bleakness and feel as tranquil surrounded by winter's blight.
Yet there I stood knowing that the past's door swung slowly shut and the future lay shrouded in mysterious height.
Larry Schliessmann 05 March 2012
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