Bokeh paper snowflake
As the mercury slumps in the cold night,
I watch the stars glow in bright clusters.
I capture the signs of winter in my heart.

Silent snowflakes fell into a white blanket.
The whistling wind adds to the hardship.
In the storm, I saw very few travelers.

Today is cold and clear.
The snow has stopped; the wind is calm.
I will go out and play the child I once was.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

Original image: Snowflakes are Winter’s Butterflies. By Carol VanHook [Image license]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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