first snow blues
sky opens up wide and clear
still we move among shadows
bird-call echoes on cliff walls
hearing that you are leaving
dovetailing away at noon
much like colliding head on
snowflake glory of midday
falling, failing, then melting
sparkles ever before me
feel at last your hand in mine
only wetness now remains
’til morn’s heat evaporates
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-05-21 at 14:26
Tags Galateus Crypticbard Arkayye
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