Snowflakes that fall across a grey winter sky
dance with ghosts who smile
clouds shattering the roses of spring.
Ghostly thoughts find their way
upon paths strewn with old love letters
and ribbons that stream across sunsets of the past.;
rain -snow being a hyphen of words that write themselves.
Across the sky,
clouds mirror the trees
as snowflakes turn golden within the dance of loveletters
entwined in the wind ;
carrying each heart along a highway of ribbons;
in a winter sky.;
microcosms that make us human.