Winter Gems
the snow falls quickly but without haste
snowflakes land on her upturned face
one clings to her lip and meets its demise
they catch in her eyelashes and she smiles
they come ever downward and still she grins
one falls on her tooth
cold for a moment--
then gone
in her dark hair they glitter
like jewels, winter gems
she smiles to herself
and at all she sees
on she walks—
eyes closed—
face upturned—
enjoying the arrival of
each
gentle
flake
-STF
13.Dec.2008, edited 26.Jan.2019
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