Snow

Across the airport tarmac it blows
Sugar-soft, impossibly beautiful
White ethereal wisps
Like long-forgotten dreams
The ones you cannot catch
In memory’s porous net
Gone

Posted by Darlyn Finch on Friday, February 2nd, 2007 at 9:48 pm and is filed under Writings. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.