A snow of petals in the wind,
Is the ice cream of frigid flurries,
Melting, unfurling, swirling,
In a sweet,
slow grace.
Textures, gestures
Linger,
So closely held,
Cherished
As they disappear.
A snow of petals in the wind,
Is the ice cream of frigid flurries,
Melting, unfurling, swirling,
In a sweet,
slow grace.
Textures, gestures
Linger,
So closely held,
Cherished
As they disappear.
