was clearing the rucksack and found this

a little winter poem*. i think it will look fine in the heat (such as it is) of the summer:

today it snows
right out of the blue
they fall, correct in every aspect,
criss-crossing the near to the far,
cross-stitching the perspective to
this silence, this mute
mobility outside the glass.
Snowflakes, little feathers
of the goose of heaven,
its down sticking, pillow-ready
for the crows to sleep on.

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*and i even managed to get two birds into this one. 🙂

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