Under the gray Heavens,
we watch snow gather
in the gloomy sky,
and then it falls.
Falls down to the Earth
in flakes of white promises.
And the yard fills,
and the corners of the lot.
When I was a kid
I loved watching the snow,
and now I’m older
and five days in a sanitarium.
I wouldn’t have guessed.
Yet the snow outside the ward is nice.
It appears like soft cloth
against a harsh reality.
I smile a little.
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