TheFeatheredSleep – Snow Dreams
Snow I have always
been thankful for your expunging
whiteout
how you take dirt
and suffocate it
beneath insistent layers
the wild and untame methods of your
settling, blown like befuddled
birds in all direction, swirling in
lost echo, falling eventually to
sugar-coat the dim world brighter
as pipes fail, their fragile egg shells
bloated with trapped water
a parallel I think
to our own shuttered lives
When I was a child I would
be told
do not go out in the snow for long
you will catch your death
and I hoped
very much
that were true
for to sleep
a red rose in bosom of white
I could fancy in my child’s mind
no greater perishment
though fancy and its
myriad ways of suggesting
death
grow less appealing
the older we get
Now I avoid slipping on ice
for fear of crushing my elbow into
shards like my…
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