
Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…
that first snow
falling on sacred ground
hides her name
(c) Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow