And it comes Portended by ice cackling into crevices, Seizing my heart The delicate flakes blink lazily and insistently down Settling not at first But the irresistible, swirling mass begins to leave Traces of powder Coagulating, curdling, crowning pale grounds on the ground Sparking a shiver coursing through my frame Foreshadowing the white layers sown Winter's kiss, a thousand dreams groan Diagonal it falls, zigzagging lines of cold Seen from fluffy, central heated arbitration Binding together below Flurries move from dusting to covering This virgin chrysalis So quickly Walked upon Driven, swept, wiped, wept, wet Thrown, constructed gender inspecific figures Yet we still slide and attribute waiting for the metamorphosis slush and ice and back again beating, slipping Anticipating the grey dawn
