Strange Snow
by Neinah Avelin
A strange snow is falling
around me
broadcast from a
goose grey sky.
Not the usual
silent flakes
but something other.
This snow in tiny
snowball form
passes by my ears with
a quiet hiss
on their way
to be collected in
mossy twigs,
foxes coats
and curled and dried
leaves left
from the fall.
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