Mom would call it

"dandruff snow":


the indolent drift

of a few stray flakes,


making slo-mo arabesques,

lazily antic, swirling


and twirling, this way,

that way, downward


and (hoisted by a

sudden gust) upward.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-24 at 14:59

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