SOFT NEW-FALLEN SNOW, AND OTHER POEMS, APRIL 20, 2024

Soft, new-fallen snow,

Pure tablet written on,

Marks of mystic beasts,

For poets see

Chimeras and centaurs

In the passages of

Horses and horned toads,

Taking indentations in

The pure white medium,

Turning them into tales as

Mysterious and convoluted as,

Tracks of rabbits in the snow.

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hands two simple things

they touch and magic happens

words become meaningless

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stripping silken words

poet slowly reveals her

wearing but a smile

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I drift within my thoughts,

Like falling snow, seeking ground,

Chooses to ride the wind a while.

I too, ride that wind listening

To the thousand lewd tales it tells,

In brushes with slender naked limbs

Of black trees swaying seductively on

The moon's silver dance floor.

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I know I once was here,

In this familiar place I seek

Someone left behind,

One more time I return,

Hoping, praying she,

Of that ancient history,

Will enter the same dream,

Remembering...

And run to me.

• Donovan Baldwin