Like snow softly falling
We sense in life’s moments
The prelude of things yet to be
We cannot keep them
They melt with our touching
Preserved in our memory
Like whispers of longing
And having and holding
Soft and translucent, they slip
Decking the furrows
Of heart-haven hollows
Teasing the mood of the lip
Without reservation
Their taking and giving
Moves through our beings with ease
Invisible ocean
Portend of life’s knowing
Drifts like the snow through bare trees
© Janet Martin
The snow flakes are a little like moments today.
Unless you focus on them they would fall unnoticed…
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