The snow falls.

A benediction I did not ask for, the soft sting of a gift gratis.

Head bowed to the wind, the unrelenting that repents.

Cars careen, twisting slush along paths unseen.

You will find warmth along the way.

© 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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