Drifting through the porchlight like countless, lost stars
A sprinkling of twinkling into gutters, onto cars
Like shattering glass, or frozen smoke,
Or sugar spiraling into an iron cloak
With the sounds of bated breath, and of falling asleep
Of the first bluebells ringing, of silk in a heap
Of hands being held, of clouds heavy in the air,
Of stones sinking in water and fingers through hair.
The heavens are empty, the stars wouldn't light
And the trees are left empty, clutching up at the night.
Forget to shiver and shut tightly your eyes
Take a deep breath, and wait for sunrise-
The roads are erased, but there's nowhere to go
For it's better, I think, to give in to the snow.

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