Small planets

Beyond the window    
fat snow flakes are falling      
through barren pin oaks     
As squirrels burrowed in dusk        
I nest amid poetry—      
but, unlike squirrels      
I shan't be sleeping. . .      
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 22nd Feb 2020
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