Perfectly Imperfect

It is always thus

As the first flakes tumble

Strewn from the palms of angels

An endless repetition of a miracle

An aide-mémoire of you

 

I pause on the sidewalk

My eyes gaze heavenward

A trillion silent crystals dance

Reign down upon my head

 

Snowflakes whisper whirl

Frenzied, blowy, frozen tears

Of fancies and flight, sting

My lashes lower

A fall from grace, a blizzard of one

 

Now smudged memory

Garlands of bunting

Since wrapped round my heart

A broken paper chain of love

 

It is always thus

As the first flakes tumble

Strewn from the palms of angels

An endless repetition of a miracle

An aide- memoire of you

 

 

 

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