Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby,
Blankets of white beneath twilight sky,
Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh,
Cold winds weave through the night,
Stars alight, crisp and bright,
Warm fireside light,
Frozen plight,
Deep night,
Still.
For my sweet Lance H. L.
a little poem dedicated to my favorite childhood memories with my father, enjoy! Comment with feedback or a story of your own to tell!