A window waits in winter’s hush,
Frost tracing lace along the frame;
Beyond it drifts the season’s blush—
Red leaves that never learned to flame.
They linger on the quiet tree,
Defying snow’s persistent claim,
A last warm echo, stubborn, free,
A whispered ember in the same.
Inside, the soft-lit candles glow,
Carols thread the gentle air;
Outside, the leaves in crimson show
A Christmas blessing unaware.
Two worlds meet upon the glass—
Warm breath, cold night, and drifting eves.
In stillness, time and wonder pass
By a window dressed in red-leafed dreams.
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #349 – Mom With a Blog
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