At first
it falls like ash,
a dusting
that blurs and softens.
Shades of grey
that mute
and hide,
a world unmade.
Later
a heaviness descends
muffling,
a deadening silence.
All is white,
a blanket covering
mistakes
once made but not
forgotten.
Shades of grey
that heal
and mend,
a world remade.
© Sara Murray, 17 February 2017
Love this. You are on a roll!
Thank you Cara xx
This paints such a vivid picture and really captures the blanket effect that snow has. Beautiful. x
Perfectly encapsulating the exact feeling of a snowfall. Beautifully written x #ThePrompt
I love how you’re looking at snow as a “rebirth” of sorts… definitely a much nicer outlook :)
We don’t get much snow but your poem brought back such memories, especially these lines: a heaviness descends
muffling,
a deadening silence
Wonderful as ever!