A Monday Poem

Weather

 

Wind swirls fallen snow
under an eggshell sky.

A milky beam of light
pierces through
while an opposite eye
searches for signs of life.

None seen, the brittle veil
cracks open, we tumble
through a blinding blue
onto pavement
searing as a star.

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