Fragile

A poem I just wrote.

“Fragile melting snow hiding from the microscopic beams of a dying star.”

— Linda Vigil


I have to admit I love winter. The way it makes people hunker down & put effort into survival. But mostly I love the crispt quiet fragile softness of snow – how it burns uncovered hands quicker than any flame.

But now there is mud- tons of it! And birds coming before sunrise to wake me up and make me think. Buy a signed instax print of this poem!

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