like fine sugar
they formed together
in the cold January air
landing softly on all outside surfaces
and like synchronised swimmers
they moved to and fro, and back and forth
creating their patterns, instead of the snow
shining like diamonds on roofs gutters and cars
twinkling in the midnight dark
like the brightest of stars
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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