The birds soar with the snow
Caught in the loop of the wind swirl
They relish betwixt snowflakes and feathered torsos
Snow falling appears to fly
I wonder how many times the flurries round before they relinquish frozen life
In the tempest, flurries reawaken once they’ve ended flight
Becoming snow
Becoming water
Becoming the dew on the flower
Then evaporated to the earth
Nature continues its cycle
The flurry will one day become the bird
And I will become the dirt
J.Mar
JMar 