by Kevin T McEneaney
During decent winter snow-flaking fall,
there is a consoling, naïve silence
that expands the length of every second
as snowflakes fall with improvisation
while fickle winds micromanage the fall
with unpredictable zithering zags
which resemble notes from a high-pitched flute.
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August ambiance for contemplation
hangs in the air as an invitation
to examine odd moments of your life
which can appear as flickering moments
stored in one’s memory to be exhumed
and examined with contented pleasure
much like the grace of snowflakes dithering….
