Winter

soft
like angels dropping grace
on the brown crust
of earth

it falls
in silence and calm, covering
the dead of autumn with
a shroud

of watery pearls, blooms
frozen at their birth
and released as they die
lying

on the soil
that is hard and yet unaware
of the offspring it will
bear

it falls
white and deaf as I watch and wish
I was young again
snowballing

sledding through
whiteness, but my old bones would
break like boughs under the
snow’s weight

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