along the southern skyline
snow is falling like hansel and gretel’s crumbs
or grains of rice, flung out
on neither trail nor time
i parked the car just in time
to avoid my own destination
wearing wind and twilight
my snowdrop necklace touching my frozen palm
even the balcony columns look like
frozen, withered skulls.
this too shall pass, although
not unmarked by the whiteness of the air
there is nowhere
to go in this blizzard
but inward. even the knot of my shadow
wears snow-pins in her hair
while two teabags in the teapot
huddle for strength and warmth
and snowflakes jewel the windowsill.
take my hand and look–
you can see it snowing in my eyes

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