I saw you, one morning,
blanketed in white,
a speckled canvas of virgin purity,
all colour lost out to a simpler shade of simplicity.
No more that magnificent mass of contrast and contradiction,
just quiet and gentle unencumbered distinction.
Distant laughter carried on a breeze
swirling round trees caught motionless in time,
branches bare but for the kind kisses of that slow falling snow.
I saw you like this, one ordinary morning,
as tears formed icicles on my face, snowflakes falling
from your skies to hide your valleys and hills
as my feet disappeared beneath the snow-white earth.
I saw you, like this, one extra ordinary morning,
and that long lost smile
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Merry Christmas everybody, Dami xx