The First Snow
I cross a river of sticks-
frozen, the fallen brothers
of the War of the Seasons.
Snotty dew grasps at siena tips
in a crack between the planks of time
as the Gods cast white petals down
from some isle south of heaven.
Copyright © Chris Kane Jr. | Year Posted 2012
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