first snow blues



sky opens up wide and clear
still we move among shadows
bird-call echoes on cliff walls

hearing that you are leaving
dovetailing away at noon
much like colliding head on

snowflake glory of midday
falling, failing, then melting
sparkles ever before me

feel at last your hand in mine
only wetness now remains
ítil mornís heat evaporates






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Written on 2023-05-21 at 14:26

Tags Galateus  Crypticbard  Arkayye 

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