a breath of possible snow
as I walk consumed by all
I've done left behind
and what is to come thankfully
not here yet
so I may indulge a brief serenity
and hopeful for a dusting at least
without being disappointed
if it doesn't turn out that way
and if it will not that also will be fine
preserved in its own perfection
one trying to will his own satisfaction
against a light gray snow of a moment of an afternoon
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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