Christmas snow

Ten more minutes that was all I needed - I must not write these thoughts anymore but they're there, I can't deny it they're there, but not for much longer. Their meaning is already fading beneath my tongue: their once triumphant rally blunted by a pill Breath in for the count of 3 Hold for 3 more then exhale slowly now 1, 2, 3 A new pattern begins to drift down like Christmas snow. I let it settle softly on the bare branches and watch as it gently dusts the ground. Its calmness soothes my mind, Its coolness, my lungs .