Snows trumpet

Can you hear the snow’s quiet trumpet?

Its silent song serenading the gray.

Cold flakes falling in the ballroom of winter.

Gravity tickles lose her gentle curtsy.

Witness wet chastity dressed for her wedding.

A feathery waltz down to soil’s massive ache.

She is frozen crystal in timeless perfection.

How wickedly jealous the fire must be.

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