I
feel
like a
"S" neck black
swan dusting feathers
with ice flakes allowing wind gusts
to carry flurries
that settle
on wings
much
like
a
sub
zero
mantle worn
loosely over plumes;
storm clouds clear, mist rises, winter
solstice fog dissolves
like steamy
vapor
that
parts
night
skies...
stars hang
like jewels
twinkling, glittering;
from black swan to astronomer,
I wait and watch orbs
scintillate
red, green
and
blue
like
bright
night club
mirror balls
bathing nude dancers
under spotlights as fleeting as
snowfall fluff that melts
the minute
it hits
the
earth.
