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Silly November flurries white
as white, the after fall fashion
wets the forehead like a cold
tear moving down the unsuspecting
cheek.
Silken glistening, bejeweled moonlight,
diamonds in cracked cool, the new
sandpaper of a million candles long
after sun and moon set in December.
A January woman in neon celebration
of spangled silver is like the glint in
high sun following the harmless avalanche
of first fall. Stars are drift-gems on a
moonless hour, glass shards of
constellations frozen in the eye.
February snowflakes are ice cube
shattered prototypes, unrepetative models,
simple samples akin to wonder under lamp
night, stretching awake atop blue white
heavy boughs, beside half-white branches,
conifir fronds, blue white painted roofs,
eaves, and sills.
Snow will seasonally appear inside a hint
of light. Falling, covering cars, and dancing
inside the multi-colored gleamings of the
most hallowed hour. Snow at night slants
across the eyes of headlights passing.
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Lady A
09-28-18
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