Friday, June 27, 2014

It Began To Snow


It began to snow, erasing the horizon. 
A wedge of geese faded in and out, 
a drifting channel on some rustic television. 

The creek crackled with cold where 
the current wasn't. 
Flakes fluttered like moths, 
then melted where they touched me. 

The history of flowers' future lay buried 
where I rested. 

Exhaling the breath of others, 
I tasted them in me, 
watching, with eyes closed, 
nature unfold.