Pianississimo

Flakes of February snow
know

they’re midway through another winter’s show –
seasonally understanding soon their species has to go.

Glow
is tinged with woe –

precipitation promulgates a poignancy:
but something rises in it, some soft subtle buoyancy:

as if all strictures set by time
were in this February clime

released, to set us free –
and what we thought was history

were able to come back.
What once was lack

would magically refill –
and rapturously rupture: spill

voluptuously over
into all the recollected clover –

all the wild summer wood –
of childhood:

remember when:
and there it would all be again.

Listen to midwinter snow.
Pianississimo.

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