I love the muffled quiet of snow all around me,
like nestling under a down duvet.
Icicles hang from the roof edge all the way around the house, beautiful.
A gust of wind shakes diamond dust here and then over there.
I’m surrounded with beautiful gems
no one else owns or even sees.
Such beauty, such peace
in a world wracked with such fury and pain.
©2018 Sharron R. McMillan
hernibs 
Now it’s raining and an umbrella just doesn’t give the same feel. . .
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beautiful Sharron – took me right in under the duvet!
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Yes and there will be better and more beautiful times again. . . 😉
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I do remember snowy days as you describe them so beautifully… though in far better times than we are experiencing now. More’s the pity. 😠
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The contrast in the final line is a striking end to this piece that has me remembering winters that embody your words!
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