Falling Stars

The sight of falling snowflakes filled that spot in my soul that is devoted to wonder.

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Each tiny morsel unique.

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Many stacked high.

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Some precariously perched.

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Others well supported.

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Foundations varied.

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Stairways formed.

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Boardwalks hid.

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Moss Monsters smiled.

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Moose chuckled.

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Mallards speculated.

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And the red fox paused.

Watching snowflakes gather reminded me of the impermanence of it all. They are exquisite and beautiful, yet temporary.  Here one moment, trampled and melted the next. Yet, I am forever awed by each tiny star that falls from the sky.

Snowflakes’ Silent Offering

Just enough snowflakes fell this morning to silence the world.

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They offered beauty and nourishment

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while providing a coating.

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They blended into the scene

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and stood out in contrast.

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At times some were trinkets

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and others blankets.

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They were cradled with care

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and embraced with love.

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A few hid from view

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while others flowed forth.

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They told the story

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that included blank pages.

I give thanks for their silent offering.