Winter Snowless Day


In winter light,

Frail, hard to pinpoint,

We find peace, warming our ankles walking.

We blow air from our lungs into the sky


And kick our feet in still-unfrozen leaves,

Lining our way with fancied angels’ hair

And angels’ wings. We think of things

Like fallen tree-fluff, and we stuff


Nuts in mittens to make them bulge.

We snatch dried grass into our hands

And make big piles, rivaling mountains.

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