Reverie witnessed
snowflakes
fluttering down,
intermittently drifting,
landing one upon
another, piling up.
Ceaseless silence
swallowed a single
snowflake. It slithered
into the terrestrial womb.
Birthing a new Aeon,
the insemination
streamed fresh water
through the ocean's
briny body
at midnight
on an eternal carousel.
1 comment:
Oh I do like snow poems. It brings out the beauty of the season and I do like the snow sooooooo much but we hardly ever get it here.
lol
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