Description
THE WEIGHT OF SOFT
Cold-shredded clouds down-
drift in silken motion.
Almost weightless,
each speck’s sparkle-feather touch.
And yet —
powdery glitter masses on trees
until the weight of soft bends
and breaks branches
too big to imagine.
The frozen silence explodes.
***
All that white —
the street is white,
the sky is white.
Even my heart is white
I could rest my head on a white mound,
let my body sink into a snow shroud
my last breathe in —
white-fractured stars.
