in the firs

snowflakes come to rest
on firs’ soft needles
swaying as a night breeze
turns them to glisten in starlight

sleeping eyes
smooth, even breath
lone plaintive song of an owl
lingers high in the hills

quiet adoration
as winter covers the forest
coolly glowing blue
with last light before dawn

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