One minute I’m walking
warm through the field
and the next
it begins to snow
Flaked sandy drop
so steady
How quickly
it gets
knee-high
I trudge
through dark
gray cotton
light
right
before heavy
wet flakes
consume me
On my back laughing merrily
my heart pumping wildly
I drink in the fall from the sky
through a mouthful of stars
© Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 