flakes of snow
floating free in space
they grow
in number,
ride the wind--
from heaven to earth
the freeze
sets in.
Winter wandering,
motion halted,
drives me inward.
Roads are salted,
sanded,
safe to drive--
but I have
nowhere to go…
only to arrive--
to touch the ground
like silent flakes
the soft sweet sound
of floating free
in space.
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