Claire Austin
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Some snow is sifting down, white snow, not quite
As white as winter snow, an orangey pink
Where snowflakes joined their stems. The fall of white
Is settling on the garden’s ground. Love pink
Is what the blushing color shows against
The green and white, the green of garden lawn,
The white that settled earlier. Fornenst
November’s currents in iced air, wind drawn
The white and pink present themselves combined,
Averse to power of death. They scatter wide
And on each other, purity refined
Subsiding down together, not snow’s glide.
These petals fall, fall, fall. The Fall is not
For them, these beauties that the spring begot.
~ Phillip Whidden
