In the dark, warm air stokes its breath, eyes dawn's snowflakes. Winter starts to die. __________
Tag: snowflakes
Weightless
From the chair I stand but tumble back outside the snowflakes at the glass hover windless weightless my knees buckle at their suspended beauty ____________________
Migration
Billions of snowflakes rush to earth, giddy to start life in this new world. __________ Feb 24, 2010
Snow Globe
The changes that can take place between the first and final versions of a poem astound me. Sometimes in my poetry journals I am lucky to find both preserved. Here are two approaches from 2010 to a snow-filled morning: haiku, version 2; and the original poem, version 1. It was my year of writing daily … Continue reading Snow Globe
