It's the first snowfall of the year in Chicago! So, not quite drifts yet...but they're coming! Claire Feild also appears in Issue #14, so check that out as well.
Snowdrifts
by Claire Feild
The snowdrifts are free, a fall
into their innards a mockery
of their beauty and a greeting
to death’s polished light. Death,
a cache of homogeneous sunlight,
won’t give up His vagrant captivesunless there is more work for
them to do on earth. Death licks
His finger before tearing a page
from His vade mecum, an act of
courage, for He hopes the heaven-
bound are ready to read and
embrace His paper pleasantries
before being swept up into
heaven’s receiving blankets.
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