Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun



slowly her perfect pristine body
moved lethargically, wrapped loosely
her luscious form molded in pale sheets
lovely in all her whiteness
a match for the softly falling snow


diana l. said...

I really like the last two lines here. To me, they seem strong enough to stand alone, less being more.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thanks diana. I think you are right. Thanks for reading my work.

love, Melanie