Feb 13, 2019 Original Poetry
Wind, or Grief
©February 12th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Snow falls like photographs
Trapping moments in space,
Crowding the air with light
As the earth moves through darkness.
In each crystal is a molecule
Of a life lived somewhere, somewhen,
And a breath that left someone
Like a sigh, or a song.
I go out in the darkness,
With my dog who wants to play.
This white stuff holds magic for her,
I follow, and breathe their breath.
It is past the midnight hour,
Magic is abroad, and spirits, too.
They flow between snow-crystals,
And glide through trees.
They left their breath somewhere
And I can see it, but they cannot.
Forlorn, they move like wind, or grief
Through the falling snow.
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