Over my many winters, or maybe
just this long one and only,
I have stood, sat or lain here
and watched the snowflakes fall.
Some I’ve followed from the heavens
to my feet. Others blown away from me
by the cold winds that have chilled
my heart and frozen my soul.
A very few have deigned to spiral
and swoop to land upon my lashes,
catching my eye more than I caught them.
Then there’s you, who I spied one day
in your earthward glide, toward me and away,
then blown back by winds I never felt
but you did. You’re lways defying gravity
out there in front of me or
at the corner of the corner of my eye.
If you ever were to land upon me,
I know you’d feel as warm there as
summer rain or perhaps a tear on my cheek.
One I'll never wipe away.
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