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December Snow

Istiqlal (Independence), 15 Qawl (Speech) 175 B.E. - Friday, December 7, 2018

Love melts
The icy breast
Of winter

Liberating
The heart's
Broken winged bird

The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  prompt for DAY 1817
Write a story or poem using this quote from Dylan as inspiration. Have fun!
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.” ― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories

December Snow

Waling through the snow on a cold December night, while listening to the crunch of her footsteps. A Snow Angel contemplate the beauty of the stars, sparkling like candles on a Christmas tree. She inhales the frigid breath of winter, and laughs. Life is good. Winter is a cold, but pleasant time of year. She remembers the snows of early spring or of late autumn are different from December snow. To her, December Snow seems fresher, purer, and more resilient.

December snow
reflects the light of winter stars
in scintillating joy.