Flakes fall every which way, but ultimately down.
by Kathlene Ann
My eyes mirror their motion towards the ground.
Convulsing this way and that, just like the flakes,
They watch snow fly passively on the wind.
O, how my heart aches.
Through clouds and fog, gray sun-rays shadow the air.
White specs relieve the gray here and there.
Wind shifts and white specs relieve the gray there and here.
A snow spotted sky engulfs all that I am. I feel so cold.
Why aren’t you near?