Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Snow globe











Cold morning. Warm talk 

on telephone, the snow globe

of feelings stirred up.


Didn’t  think it would

shake up the flakes of feelings -

so dense the movement


flurries wiping out 

comical conical hats;

houses of red roofs.


White is peace and death,

the knees of trees deep in it

as it fills the woods.







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