First snow

first tonguetip flakemelt
…..white freckling the blue night

so she whirls across the hill
…..dances

is a blizzard of light
…..in this joy of firstness

this coming
…..was always coming

delight or disaster
…..welcome it

About Jan Dean

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1 Response to First snow

  1. David Brown says:

    But enthusiasm modifies with time.
    Grace be with you.

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