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Snowflakes

The frozen skybreath awakes

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Sullen snowflakes sit
compacted retracted
falling day by day
slowly seeping-weeping-sifting
through thicknesses’ fog of cloudy sky
white and gray coagulate
and smother life away

moons melt mediocre mist
yielding gray — then white
hours and minutes pass
sun’s pointing prisms
here — alas!
crispy airblue
snatches
snow everywhere
the frozen
skybreath awakes
nothing dares to fall
azure semi-sphere
of atmos
above — is empty

Ann Marie Steele

~This piece was penned in 1983, my senior year in high school.

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Ann Marie Steele
Ann Marie Steele

Written by Ann Marie Steele

I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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