so too our worries swirl and whirl
hearts flutter with the rush, the absent hush
a season so short, so full and frantic
Most thin flakes evaporate mid-flight
Fickle and sporadic, approaching, dissipating
Won't last the day, not to mention the night
Impermanent, barely visible; then gone
A few float down, sprinkling a faintly frozen pond
Speckles less fleeting, yet temporary still
Wind biting, impeding clear sightings
of friend, of foe, of fear, or faith forward
Worries and hurries dance weightless
small pieces searching for solid ground
observe them breathing, receding
No present place to touch down
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