Flake (Poetry)
06th November 2011
Torn off — a ragged scrap of paper sky
floating free — the first to drift on down
slowly — taking time — it wanders by
a stranger in the dark, close-shuttered town.
A listless wind uplifts it — makes it spin
dizzy where long-frozen shadows lean
the snowflake dances — dazzles — tissue-thin —
to silent music deep in Winter’s dream.
A moment more before it leaves the stage —
touching down it melts into a wall —
each roof iced smooth and empty as a page
inviting words — then more flakes start to fall...
floating free — the first to drift on down
slowly — taking time — it wanders by
a stranger in the dark, close-shuttered town.
A listless wind uplifts it — makes it spin
dizzy where long-frozen shadows lean
the snowflake dances — dazzles — tissue-thin —
to silent music deep in Winter’s dream.
A moment more before it leaves the stage —
touching down it melts into a wall —
each roof iced smooth and empty as a page
inviting words — then more flakes start to fall...