first snow

pontefract

Then comes snow, unveiling

the world remade in silence,

every surface softened,

and every edge erased.

They stand together,

watching Sky fall white,

and in that hush

they understand

—love is not fire,

but this stillness,

this fragile covering

that makes even sorrow

bearable.

Comments +

sorenbarrett June 17th, 2026 10:54
Beautiful words of a frozen world where white covers all other colors. Nicely written

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