Late fall
peeling layers
the last filaments of dead leaves
floating down like embers
from charcoal trees.
Fall is falling
revealing the sky
stern and meaning business
Puffy cauliflower clouds
went south with the birds
leaving bygone memories
of buttery yellow and beach blue.
The promise and threat of snow
smoky clouds amassing
haunching over the horizon
as they get ready to drop
millions of crystals
who fall softly
as if they didn't have
pointy frozen edges.
the birth of flakes is their death
between sky and earth
they gently dazzle
before becoming
muffled in drifts
soft hills turning into
mass graves of white
where no one discovers
their six- sided identities
their sharp and clear shapes.
Sometimes 'we' old people
are snowed away
grouped by our season of life
lost in the cold and soft
the obliterating quiet
of drift homes
where the memories of being
once brilliant snow-stars
with many episodes of life
are buried in white.
Photograph by Jana Perskie
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