It Snows...

Poem By Alice Baudoin

It snows...
With every snowflake
A grain of future
Is planted
In the heart of the earth


It snows...
The snow is falling
Over the past
And putting it to rest,
Quietly


It snows...
A morning is
Opening wide
Her amazed purple eyes
To life

It snows...
And it covers my heart beat
With a cushion of love
In a white
Dance


It snows...
An infinite symphony
Pours the grace
Of a restless
Conductor


It snows...
Rare silver drops
Are melting
Like rare
Happy days

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