Winter Wind

Wed, 07/31/2019 - 13:35 -- A Finch

The snow gives wind a body

as it drifts above the earth.

For a moment soaring free

before descending to its hearth.

 

The snow becomes upon the air

A corpse void of breath.

A creature almost alive but unaware

That it knows nothing short of death.

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