the first snow
everything slowly becoming obsolete
like telephone lines and hand-written letters
it’s impossible to count
all the snowflakes falling from the sky
let alone the days until eternity
now you see me and now you don’t
sleight of hand and deceptive shadows
street lamps illuminating
every single snowflake falling from the sky
children dancing with open arms
nothing lasts though everything comes back
be it flower or bee or reincarnated deity
returning back to earth
like snowflakes falling from the sky
[once again] for the very first time
november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Thank you, Beth!
What a beautiful piece.
Thank you very much, Sarah.
You’re very welcome.
Thank you, Eliza!
I love this! Read it five times!
Awesome! Thanks so much, Alan!