Poems

This Snow

Time flew by faster than an arrow leaving its bow.
Happiness came at the cost of time.
In these seasons, small things brought us happiness.
Such things, what can they be found in?

Snow and the leaves, flowers and the trees,
Now we enter this beautiful, light dusting of snow.
Onwards, forwards, in the end now.
We were just a moment while moving onwards.

~ PatBunny
Prompt by GoDogGoCafe: Write a piece of prose or poetry that ends with “in the end, we were just a moment.”

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