Beauty skillfully sniffed through a snowfall.
Nothing negates charm when nature calls.
The vivid falling of the sky's grey hairs.
Perfection persistently purifies the air.
Morning with an explicit expression of enchantment.
Nature revealing a part of her endowment.
The cascades of snow in attractive rows...
still, I silently stare from my slide window.
It appears lovely and I can't look less.
Attraction is all I covet, I must confess.