often it snows here
the day after a mountain blizzard
when the cloudless sky
is so bright azure, it hurts.
Perfect, fluffy flakes
Swirl in the blinding sun
And windless world.
I’m unexpectedly muddled on these days
‘Cause, normally, I can scan the sky,
sense snow in the air.
Today, I can decipher nothing.
yet flurries linger.
Hard at work in the stratosphere
Snipping snow from
I chalk it up to all the other
millions of galaxies swimming beyond our own
fossilized ferns in garden slate
cats claws retracting against soft skin
And love twice remembered.