Winter Wind

Tue, 07/02/2019 - 21:59 -- A Finch

The snow gives wind a body

As it drifts above the earth.

For a moment, soaring free

Before descending to its hearth.

 

How strange to notice the air

Become a corpse void of breath,

A ghost almost alive but unaware 

That it knows nothing short of death.

 

Observing these wild snowy torrents

My mind did this idea entertain; 

The snow upon winter wind is sent

Hurling across the rough terrain 

 

As swift as a breath is blown;

Thus their life is like our own.

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