Promising

 

A Twenty Minutes poem.

Promising

 

The snow falls
gently, quietly, without any fuss
tiny light flakes
almost weightless
and so many of them
They fall like luck
falls on a lucky person
settling
on the spiky grass
the knobby tree roots
the dead flower heads
Even-handed and generous
nowhere left short.

When It Snows small

“When it snows” – mail art postcard.

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