Snow Covered Morn:
The snow falls into the quiet calm
Echoing with your silence
But your silence speaks volumes
And the words are undeniable
“Love” it says, saying nothing at all
And your smile echoes the sentiment
As each snowflake falls, quiet and soft
Some nestle gently into your hair
Waiting there for my errant caress
To set them free to fall to the ground
A few tiny snowflakes lay to rest
Upon the single rose in my outstretched
Hand, and the white stars of snow
Stand brilliantly against the perfect crimson petals
Only to fall once again as I place the rose
Into your fragile, delicate fingers
And for the first time, the silence is broken
As I speak the same words that you spoke
In your eloquent silence only moments before
©2005 Russell C. Fryman
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