Snow Calculations
by Jane Lang

The snow fell with
dogged determination
drifted slowly, hid each
sparkling star while
in the house where she
lived, near the glowing
embers of a dying flame
thoughts of snow became
the wealth of her
amassed knowledge
not that it mattered
because snow told
its own story, a story
from time’s beginning
which would fall until
time’s end, touch the tip
of her upturned tongue
mouth an open maw, eyes
aglow with the wonder of
every living thing; if there
is snow, she calculated,
Christmas is on the way!



 

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