A drifting through timeless space,
An expanse of grey, white cloud,
Drifting, until it reaches a settling space.
The earth, internally heated,
Does touch the freezing flakes.
They melt, but do not disappear -
Are merely forgotten.
Yet still a flake does fall,
Until the heavens have dropped
Their intolerable burden
Upon the warmed ground.
Gail Godden 62
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