
Flakes falling
through gray dusk
on the verge of
indistinguishable.
Thoughts drifting,
weighing down,
layer upon layer,
incumbering.
Darkness falls
through snow-fill air,
overcome by
introspection.
Edges previously clear
mounding over,
accumulation
increasing.
Time passes
and now
everything
looks the same.
It clearly depicts the situation this morning! Thank you! and I breathe…..Erna
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