by Wilma Johnson

Large Flakes

large flakes
due to atmospheric conditions
snowflakes clump together
and drift downward
light and feathery
like white duck down
escaping from a pillow, in slow motion,
dry enough to brush off the windshield

 

March

I remember the hill

Kites high and flying;

I remember the thrill

Of echoed shouts dying.

 

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