Friday Flash 55 — in living color

Image by Skip via Pixdaus

I will return here in winter and doormats will trap muck from my boots.

 Some curious snowflakes will race inside ahead of me, pushed by icy gusts.

  Then— like rainbow lace— they’ll flutter on drifts of painted air, will dance

 in shafts of bright all the way to the top in living color before dying.

Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man. 

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