It was fresh midnight air
Dark except for the lampposts
Shining on the snow flakes
Dropping to the ground
I stood in the fresh midnight air
Head tilted back
My face accepting the presence
Of the falling snow on my face
The snow flakes melted on my skin
Trickled down my nose and cheeks
Drops widening as they
Streamed down my face
It awakened me
Refreshed me
The cool air
The presence of the snow flakes
I was in the moment
Being mindful
This is beauty
Pure beauty
The night was still
With a slight mist
Of ticking snowflakes
Blessing my face
Not to take for granted
My feet placed firmly on the ground
To tilt my head upwards to the midnight sky
To not lose my balance
Each flake pittered pattered
away my worries
As long as I let myself
Enjoy this quiet time
It was fresh breathable air
It was the quiet midnight atmosphere
It was a serene time
With the snowflakes falling on my face
Refreshing poem! I love it.
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