Its quiet out.
The snow floats softy down
onto the ground
Enveloping the streets with
its gentle touch.
the world has become silent, and still.
The sun has gone away for the day,
And the moon takes its place,
Illuminating the town with its warm glow
When I open the door
I am met with the icy rush,
of January air.
It numbs me, calming me,
I look up into the endless night sky
As, the flurries land on my face
Little kisses from mother nature
And for just one moment,
I am at peace with the world.
Jalil-Javon brown enjoys writing, as writing well translates to speaking well. The ability to speak well is often underestimated.