A down of grass beneath my body,
Around me ground the dew has wetted,
A darkened firmament above me,
The sunset passed and not regretted:
Now all is still, this world gone silent,
A weary mother lightly sleeping
While somewhere else within a shadow
A something slowly rests from creeping,
Unlike the stars that float so distant
Along that inky stream and glisten
And whisper songs or ancient stories
To those who have the heart to listen.
But here is peace no sign of motion
Of life or breath to set me thinking—
Except the tears like flowing silver,
And cold, so cold, while softly sinking
And dropping down as stinging dewdrops
On to the ground to make it frozen,
To make the earth a slab of marble
To make a bier the bed I’ve chozen.
And still they fall and ever colder
Becomes my bed my bier my senses
As tendons acke and sinews stiffen
And all around a fog drips
And sounds are mixin.g no sense
is there to hear but. coldness
But still I heer the stilness
And hear the feeling of the chill
Is sinking in.
Is sinkinginto
The sound of snow
A snowflake
A snowdrop a skull
Is falling down
Is drifting down
is dancing. Down
a snowdrop dancing
down. is silent
as a Snowflake
drifting falling.
a tear
and i heer it above
dancing coldly
and i feel it drifting coldly or i hear
myfeeling
it.
cold
as it drifts asitdances asit fals.
a snowflake droping
like a star falling Makeawish asleeep
a cold snowdropflake
star. on the ground frozen sleeps
Image credit: Barasoaindarra, from Wikimedia Commons, under a Creative Commons License.
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