Snowflakes Fall So Softly Down

as snowflakes fall so softly down
cardinals plump their colorful feathers
most other things a drab shade of brown
as I'm left reeling from winters tethers

staring out the window I heave a sigh
as snowflakes fall so softly down
searching for some kind of stimuli
yet greeted with my own deep frown

winter sews a glistening gown
of frost and ice that sparkles in the sun
as snowflakes fall so softly down
and I unravel, completely undone

everything is blank, everything is bare
deserted like an old ghost town
nose pressed to window, I continue to stare
as snowflakes fall so softly down

Linking up with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads where the prompt this week is a Quatern (a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains).

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