Weekly Photo Challenge: Object

floating flakes~bring your white

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in the morning of peace and know
beside the line between now and float
the trees felt their wait and reached
above how, into the hold of sun before
and clouds they became always and
in the soul of black and white time
grew into glow and everything was true

when your why is gone

falling snowflake

crystallized hope

drops in white

looks to be

caught, held

to join

and turn it all

to white, and

know why

she fell. But,

instead, she

drops into a

puddle, a sea

waiting to steal

her white,  and

all of her

why

is

gone.

 

The Coldest Days

empty picnic table

covered in snow

remembers a time

she wasn’t alone

 

winter tire tracks

long in the night

ending nowhere

endless streetlights

 

the coldest days

spent white and alone

frozen promises

fill up your home

 

Puddles

All night she stayed, 

forehead pressed 

against the chilly window, 

waiting for the rain 

to turn to snow. 

Pleading eyes watched 

the streetlight, as rain 

fell down, and wind 

chased it sideways. 

All she needed 

was to see it turn 

white, to cover life 

outside the window 

with tiny pieces of 

icy hope. 

But morning brought 

only dark puddles 

outside and on 

her face. 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Illumination

Illumination: Snowflakes