The snow is falling
\non the house.
\nAt the window
\nI trace another house,
\na face
\nsmiling at the snow.
\nChildren running
\nthrough the cascade
\nof the surf
\nand disappearing.
\nWhere do they go?
\nOn the window
\nsnowflakes disappear,
\nmy fingers dry inside.
\nThen,
\nwhat falls inside me,
\neyes closed?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The snow is falling on the house. At the window I trace another house, a face smiling at the snow. Children running through the cascade…<\/p>\n