Monday, March 16, 2009

From I to Thou

Each snowflake
on the slow or windblown slide from sky to earth
claims its separate identity:

I am proud to be unique:
you are Other,
we wear different styles of lace...

At the end of the fall
we meld into white wonder,
feeding your eyes with slippery promises,
then melt in liquid wholeness
our watery essence
nourishing the earth.

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