Autumnal Snow

The Snows of November Bring Broad Flakes

Dancing on zephyr’s wings,
Falling from lofty home,
Respiring through long journey;
Terrestrial now, yet doomed.
No pine box welcomes
White weary winter bones
Now scattered and cast
on fading fields green.
Fated: sinking into soil
or slithering into stream;
Ever an endless waltz.