December 9, 2008
The pure feathers of pearl
Falling onto a vacant surface
It’s as light as the leaves in June.
It arrives unannounced,
Dancing to the ground.
In the presence of the clouds and the moon.
Delicately settled
In the palms of your hands,
It begs to melt away.
Mittens, Jumpers, Cardigans
Defeat its bitter chill
Promising warmth for the winter day.

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