Snow

secretly I wish for snow

such cleansing brilliance of

untrodden purity, if only for a moment

a fantastical serenity

shapeshifting the landscape, as

edges becoming curves becoming edges

an alien soundless world succumbed

suffocating in hypnotic dormancy

to make just one footprint

a single impression

grey to perfect white

directionless

bearing witness, 

to speak the words

someone was here.

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© Graham Sherwood 12/2020