07. Snowy Field

Across the snowy field

no footprints.

Streetlights brighter

further the sun sinks.

Cold begins to creep in

upon the winds back.

Ice pellets tiny and hard

against our shielded eyes.

In the midst of winter

I begin to understand.

The sky above

the great wind blows.

Truths of times passage

unaware of past, present, future.

Listen to the snow fall

building upon its previous self.

What is now

is everything you are.

What is now

becomes you tomorrow.

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