Electricity blazes through the air.
It is black outside, nighttime.
It's nature's bedtime, but it waits anxiously for its storyteller.
The wind slows to a gentle breeze
And then it happens -
Magic pulls a blanket across the sky.
Radiant greens, blues, and yellows swirling
Carry thousands of stories, ancient and new.
The snow reflects each one
Playfully tossing it back to the storyteller,
But at the same time keeping some for itself.
These remnants are comforting
And sleepily nature surrenders,
The vibrant colors fading back into the darkness.
All is calm.
7-9-07
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People should read this.
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