Friday, January 21, 2011

snowfall

Heavy with intent snow flakes float down
to lose their featherselves into
a boundless, a soundless white. What gentleness
what heaviness
to press the chilly ground
cover the spikedead grass
fill the hills, the small hollows
Snow filling shallows, filling all the valleys
with tenderness
relentless
Snow falls
like a mother's hand,
kind
heavy
silences the land

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