Thoughts of you fall silently
like flakes of snow throughout the day.
One by one and one on top of the other
they connect, and they stick, and they cover
this tarnished place with a blanket of beauty
that is clean and white and bright
full of laughter and fun.
And through this window I stare out,
breath steaming and heart pounding
with the excitement of a child
longing to run into you.
___________
Andrew Dabar
Andrew Dabar 
Beautiful photo and thoughts! We don’t get much snow here and it’s magical every single time. So, did you run into your “you”?
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Thank you! (You’re like my only fan!!) That poem was created on a snowy day in New Jersey. I was staring out the window directly in front of my desk and watched flakes so big, the patterns were visible without a squint–like a child had cut them from paper. Within minutes, the patch of woods behind my house transformed into a winter wonderland. I was sipping orange spice tea. A pine candle danced and scented the room. George Winston’s “December” was playing softly in the background. I was in love. Some writing moments stand out forever in my memory . . . that was one of them. P.S. The girl got away. But pain makes a better writer.
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Sounds delightful, I’ve heard that pain makes a better writer, I suppose in the experience category it would be helpful. Only by that argument I should be in the top ten. Bwah haha
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Yes, what you wrote about your husband made my stomach hurt. I can’t imagine….
But your spirit is noticeably bright. You must be very strong.
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Thank you, I suppose I have the strength I need, when it is needed. Haha most of the time. 🙂
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I’m sorry it made your stomach hurt. He’s happy, he doesn’t know that he’s lost so muchm
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