The ground is sparkling
The air is still, except for the occasional rustling of the wind
The musical glass chimes sing their song
A song of winter and ice
The streets are quiet, noises cancelled by a blanket of white
People are still snuggled deep under the covers
Not stirring from the warmth of their beds
Breathing the soft air of sleep
The birds will be out soon
pecking the ground for signs of seed
A lucky few will find nourishment at the hands of humans
Bird feeders full to the brim
With the sun, comes the drip of melting ice
Plop, plop, plop on the ground outside the window
Some people will rise with the sun
Coffee brewing as they clean off their cars
The world will awaken and trod on the virgin snow
Dirty slush where the white purity used to be
The diamonds on the ground will fade
Melting away and leaving damp earth behind.
Peace, Joy, Love - B
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