November Snow

With falling snow
A certain silence descends
And for a moment
Behind the white curtain
Time stops.
All of that which makes up a life
Those things of burning importance
Suddenly seem of no importance now.
Only the snow
The snow descends,
Obliterating the sea of senses;
Only the snow
The snow descends,
White-washing the world
In numbness.

2012©Brian T. Maurer

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