Winter’s Tale

A Streetcar Named Youth

small white flakes
the embodiment of a colder season
and yet, full of emotion and reason
these flakes of:
hope
joy
dreams
drifting nonchalantly, undeterred
glistening graciously in the morning light
scattered across the silence of the dawn
and when the curtains do arise from their slumber
small white flakes now a lawn
small, jubilant faces will press themselves against cold glass
and escape into the streets
and a melody will sing
the start of winter

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