Hot Snow

Hot Snow

White seeds hit windscreens
Nostalgic clusters, floating free
Carry cities paved with gold
Letting roots catch our folds

Trees above rain down these
Cinematic offerings
Leaving streets paved with snow
Stuck to gutters, no where to go

Above trees, sun does freeze
Whisked away, sky a release
Caught in time, they flow in air
Particulate breeze, everywhere

White silken string weaves
Tumble through branches’ leaves
Tufts of cotton falling down
Onto the peaceful place, indolent town

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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