Snow Poems
they sit there dark and silent
like December mornings
before the snow
then they open up the skies
and begin their gentle scream
falling in cold crystals
they fall on cold shoulders
only to melt in unobserved
or be brushed away by impatient fingers
I stopped one day to watch
one settle on my glove
a miniature marvel
now I stand there waiting
with my tongue to the sky
hoping to catch a crystal
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