White outside my window
speaks of winter not yet done
of Jack frost peering
through curtained panes
as I peer back alone
a snow as blinding a sunny day
drifts ’round the curtains
of my bedroom dark
a light to give
the shadows life
in stillness
of the night
as teetering on the periphery
Spring flowers are in bud
hidden beneath the clouds
in pale of stillness
they doth pose
in silent breath
within the white
outside my window
© February 2019 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
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