My Poetry

 

Published on Friday, November 23, 2018

Snowflakes

Snowflakes

 

“The fog,” Carl Sandburg wrote, “comes

on little cat feet.”

If so, 

snow 

arrives on kitten paws, 

(claws still sheathed, thank God)

fluffy puffballs of frozen vapour

that tumble over each other

pouncing rolling dancing falling

tussling and tangling

over and over

until they tire of play

and settle into silent sleep…

 

And let the next litter 

of kitten paws 

take their place. 

 


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