between the flakes

egg-shell-leaves burst beneath
as the air freezes my excess;
a mist to swirl around me

my body shudders in survival
my head tells it, it's idiotic
shudder later,
when the stars are closer
and conspire against tomorrow
for they know tomorrow's weak

the clock's ticking quicker
as age shows its silhouette
and these words are not so bold

the snow floats slowly down
spontaneous arrangements
imitating constellations
before changing form

I've always fell
quicker than the flakes
landing lighter, but still
blending on impact