And there is snow

And there is snow


There is snow

That falls like feathers 

Swan lake, silently dessicating, soft,

Icing sugar sweet atop iced cake rooftops.


And there is snow

That falls like crystalline spherical shards

Hard, as dense as a flock of starlings,

Horizontal hail, on the highway to hell.


And somewhere in between there is snow

That falls inconspicuously as iced rain

Slush puppies in lane 3

Headlights south-bounding towards you in lane 1.


A Wensley

4.01.2025

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