Poetry

Slipping

snow is a buffering, he says,
a blanket
which quietens the noise
of the cold and unforgiving,

the struggle in balancing
to stand upright, pain free,
not to crash
to the frozen ground beneath.

precarious,

the wind of change
with its sweeping influence,
as he oversteps the boundary
of the unremembered,
unchartered overtones
of  his Future.

Wrap his Self warm,
Treads cautious,
Measures each step wisely,

lest he slips upon a single snowflake.

Image of actual snowflake captured by Kenneth Libbrecht with a specially designed photomicroscope.
Image of actual snowflake captured by Kenneth Libbrecht with a specially designed photomicroscope. Visit Snowcrystals.com
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