my snow soul shattered by
destiny
like a deserted sheet that
waits to be written on
this unpredictable meddler
casually clad
in a million thoughts
designing my ways into
the Palm icy flowers as
artistic moments in life

my heart, the fox, smells
traces of single file letters
birds with freedom in beak
unmistakable taste

then there are things that follow

clouds and shadows that
darken my page


(december 12, 2013)