Listening To Snowfall
At night you hear the falling where the air parts
to whisper its apologies.
Only after the snow has touched an eve or ledge
do you hear the settling; hollow sounds speaking
between uncountable flakes
as they collide together
creating muted earthquakes just below the stillness.
Then perhaps you may become aware
of the bushy or hairless tails of ice-scuffling foragers;
the patter of padding paws or claws.
If asked, you’d swear the sky
was crunching the surface of dark waters
but it’s just the sound of a colorless gravity walking.
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