NaPM April 17 2015

[rayheinrich]

Cold Snap

I'm not sure it knows,
it only thinks itself
pretty, polishing lakes
with its still breath
a pale complexion
reflects,
flurried by the laughter
left behind
as it drifts over,
filling fields with silence
deep enough to drop
small birds in colour.

Now, damn! I enjoyed the other ones, but this contains the simplicity of true beauty.