“Snow”
Fleeting innocence
dust fluttering to the ground
a fresh sheet of white
Steve D
Fleeting innocence
dust fluttering to the ground
a fresh sheet of white
Steve D
Thus is one person;
A mote of dust to an age,
Lost in life’s current.
Steve D
Is a wave mere dust
A speck of foam in the tide
Rolling ever on?
Steve D
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb
Steve D