by Gideon Burton
In magnitudes, degrees upon degrees
upon the seasoned winter walkways, dark
with dimming, lit with only feeble sparks.
In gratitude, again upon my knees,
from magnitudes, degrees upon degrees
within the cycle's broad and graceful arc
whose slimming ribbons trace their fading marks
in altitudes that soar above the trees
who stand as sentinels in silhouette
against a tawny dawn. Against the slow
encroachments of the ombre skeins of sky
I watch the crystal snowflakes pirouette
in silence, needing never now to know
just where they fall, or how they fall, or why.
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