Monday, January 27, 2014

Poems and Prose #80 - Sprinkles

Frozen specks of water drift downward,
along the air's contours,
through the fog that oozes from my nostrils
and lets the planet know I'm still here
to cause chemical reactions,
resting finally on my shoes
and the surrounding ground.

I step forward and smile slightly
at the crunching sound beneath me.

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