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

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