Softly falling snow
I awoke feeling restless
And so poked and prodded the embers of a fire gone listless
I placed the kettle on the stove
My thoughts were lost in a darkened tangled grove
As the dawn upwards crept
Not reluctantly my thoughts into hidden places swept
I tended to the fire
Speeding towards a point of light I did aspire
The kettle began to blow
I, I had found a place of softly falling snow
Setting about I made a cup of tea
Almost subconsciously, I was lost in that reverie
The fire again burned low
For I was lost in thoughts of a softly falling snow
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