Snow decorates the moment | and the moment takes the snow, and changes | into another moment | You turn the snow | about yourself | The winter | caresses you | and you | are a caress for winter | It’s impersonal, this emptiness, endless in its way, though you | fill it with snowdrifts and a dead | hush | only | you | may decorate, in your | style | Sometimes the snow | Sometimes your quietness | Sometimes your caress | Once, your end | Sometimes, the snow | Always a moment

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012ā€“2016)

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