Monday, June 6, 2016

Pneuma



On the day 
          you were born
                    snow fell 

like feathers 
          from the heavens
                    as angels wept 

your departure  
           and the earth 
                    opened her wintry arms

to embrace 
          your pale light
                    You held your breath 

in my womb’s
          enclosure before choosing 
                    to leap into being 

and the world in awe 
          at your kind beauty 
                    has since held hers

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