Snow falls down in sway, you know.
It hesitates before it hits the ground.
And yet, we watch as it falls, the snow.
We wait until it's settled down.
I watched the snowflakes falling down,
I watched them fall, not far from town,
Snowflakes shimmer white and holy;
Now I know why it falls so slowly.
I stared up as snowflakes fall,
When I heard it through the outer wall.
A last repent; as the wind grows stronger-
Bloodstained snow remembers longer.
Now I know why it hesitates-
The pure winter snow -- taints longer.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
