Snow by M.J.

The crystal spheres fall gently and unhurried onto a already
sparkling blanket of snow. Its so magical. The untouched cool
white that hasn't been imprinted with footprints. Its so quite,
as if waiting patiently for something. Waiting in its
sharp and sweet manner. So cold and pure. So simple
in such a beautiful way. Snow, on a Winter's day.


Written by M.J.