Flaked out upon my bed
Instead of seasonal reveling
To herald the first fall of snow,
I contemplate the cornicing of the bedroom ceiling,
As all deep thinkers do.
It is off-white,
Not virginal like the external scene,
Rather stained and lived in
Reflecting the mood of the beholder;
Off-color and melancholy.
I arise and struggle into my boots
To gear myself up for the external,
And in the encounter I switch gear
Rejuvenated by the blanketing comfort of the snow.
Crunching forward
I am a man in awe
At the awesome power of nature,
To alter the external temperature
And internal temperament,
All in one fell swoop.
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Very intruiging write that burns into my mind as I find myself feeling like a man in awe of the non virginal white ceiling
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Stay safe
~Manda
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