Spring Snow

A pillow bursts....

Goose summer interregnum;
The silent losses of a thousand fledglings

Powder
                          d

                                o

                    w

                         n

       in
the        

morning
       
       air;

All differ
yet lack identity -
floating

       drifing.

Mother Earth expectant
a new repertorium
receives her transcient arrivals
upon a warm bed -
The Nest of Origin.

She engulfs them
and they disappear into Her many folds

without touching

and become

One.