Winter's brush paints details on an urban street.
Snowflakes, snowflakes shaping, catches my eye and mind. Some
wisp of Meaning hovers by my crown
and teases with STI falling fleetness. Hints of bone patterns
throw up shadows
of monkey gods That grasp and play at Titans' tales.
Then with the wind it goes again;
profundity's promise Given over to simple beauty.
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