First day of spring (snow!)

Night after snowfall
so still so silent
Yet the ground covered in white
plays a tinkling tune
of breathable ambiance
moonlight through ivory
This wooden piano
immune to crystal cold
smells of warm cookies
And a nestled fire
in the hues of night
Blue gray and black
tip toeing among
snowless clouds
And the last dawn of
Drifting snow


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