After the Snow
Snow falls like whispered secrets against the window glass,
each flake a small confession of winter's loneliness.
The trees stand bare and honest, stripped of their pretense,
while I watch from inside this warm enclosure of myself.
The world grows quiet under its white blanket of forgetting—
footprints disappear, edges soften into something dreamlike.
I think of all the versions of me buried under seasons,
how the cold makes everything feel both numb and achingly present.
The sky hangs low and heavy, pregnant with more silence,
and I am small again, caught between the beauty and the ache.
~Stacy Stephens
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