Rage rolls across your strong, wide shoulders

one across to the other

white hot like dry ice and black cold

like night on ice. Silent storm

building from pain

soul from frozen

reaches out.


Under the dark sky,

the building done, snow

flake on flake falls.

The small back of that finch holds one

snowflake resting between wings

balancing between sky and back

snowflake and feather


riding the heart.

– D.G. DalPonte

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