Last First Snow

suddenly-
the seasons remember
what it is to turn,
the wheel resumes its grind with
the crack of breaking frost-

we have liftoff!

cowboy, we are on
the surface of the moon!

my boots treading prints into
the forever white of
the snow before it melts,
a brief comfort:

if but for a moment
the world is as it was.

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