it’s snowing again
making the sky pale
some featherly, some
finely ground flakes
obscure the antics
of all the world’s seagulls
rejoicing in flight
white on white, and grey
upon grey outlined
by black pinions
the gulls soar avoiding
the descent of criss-cross crystals
whilst the very indistinct crows
hold on to the weeping
branches ravaged by wind
the earth falls upward
taking a leap of faith