Snow
by Michael Escoubas
They came
in the night
falling
tumbling
turning
circling
like
sugar sifted
from
Heaven’s bowl
turned
upside down
feathery
flakes
settling
satin-soft
each
to its own
predestined
place
I’ve
yet to see
or read
a poem
this
exquisite
a garland
garnishing
morning light.
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