these first few snowflakes
passing out of the darkness
mark hours of sorrow
these first few snowflakes
spiraling in winter sky
fills abandoned bowl
passing out of the darkness
white slivers of hope
scattering haphazardly
mark hours of sorrow
shifting within twilight hours
yesterday’s remnants
Copyright © 2019 by Dorna Hainds
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Response to Carpe Diem #1587 Buson’s Memorial Day (busonki) (January 17th)Carpe Diem #1587 Buson’s Memorial Day (busonki) (January 17th)
Lovely, D!
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Nice.
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