Snowfall


Soft white silence from above

Falls to Earth with urgency

Covering the land near and far

Hilltops and valleys below

Whipping winds blow icy needles

As the blizzard moves

And humbly on my way I muse

How much we long for austere beauty

And when it comes we wish it gone

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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