365 Days of the Poet: Petal 13, "Snow Lashes"
A city’s morning rush and stumble
is made soft with snow.
Well within my hood I sleepwalk,
feeling strongly the distance to my bed.
With whoosh, the wind brings me a shock,
whipping in a flash of frozen flower flakes.
They fall, wetly heavy against warm lashes,
those clinging crystals casting me in winter’s drag.
I awaken to a whitened world
and the lazy pleasures of melting.