Flakes Upon Flakes...
Of newly Fallen Snow...
Collecting in the stillness...
On the pathways to my mind.
My thoughts fall ever gently...
Floating down before my eyes
In complete and utter silence...
Glorious prisms from the sky.
Gathering with a whisper...
Loose and yet connected from within...
Drifting ever silently...
Against the windows of my soul.
(November 14,2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Christine This is a good piece of poetry