the Snow.

It sifts from
Leaden Sieves –
It powders all
the Wood –
It fills with
Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles
of the Road –

It scatters
like the Birds –
Condenses like
a Flock –
Like Jugler′s
Figures situates
Upon a baseless
Arc –

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It traverses
yet halts –
Disperses as
it stays –
Then curls
itself in Capricorn –
Denying that it
was –