Monday Poem: A Slow Falling Down

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A Slow Falling Down

A slow falling down to winter.
It is there, held in the hand,
a dream dripping slowly on
through the fingers and then

lost forever, like that handful
of melted snow turning to water
as you watch it slip away
through your closed fingers

to fall down onto the frozen ground
then left behind as you walk away
on towards the spring you know
will now one day rise from that ground.