This Time

It arrives,
not with the bravado of an
ominous weather forecast,
but peacefully this time.
This time. Snow:
always on its own terms
the stillness it offers
is accepted. Silently. Now.
Captivating beauty
for a spell.
Gentle inspiration.
Newfound solitude
is a gift. Take a moment.
Today speaks softly;
night may have other ideas.
Morning may tell
a different story.

11/16/2018                                          j.g.l.

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