2016-02-09
by
Eleanor Goldfield
Mixed showers –
snow falling,
calling to rain as it holds up the chain –
of precipitation.
Colder, it shoulders the long winded slide –
from grey sunless skies –
to finally lie –
in a moment,
a hesitant pause,
on quick careless walks –
from this walk of life
to the next.
A sighing last rest
as the rest of this mix
mixes with echoes
of snow in the drift
a fading misfit
that danced as the others just fell –
a lift and a glide,
contrarian smile –
to others in line as the wind whips a twirl,
a dervish-like whirl,
the wisdom to stay cool when skies fall and gloom –
holds tight to daylight,
these short-living stars,
immune to their doom on a wet, slick sidewalk –
float down
with a quiet calm power –
a beauty, a difference,
poetic resistance –
in these mixed up showers.