Pieces of Sky

By Trent Thiele

Eyes pointed toward the bleak heavens,
the ground is dotted with white freckles falling.
Fragile flakes landing on my frostbitten cheek;
as I cup my hands together softly,

catching a piece of sky. I gasp,
with shivering hands and wavering breath.
The sky cries out with a bellowing gale,
as it reclaims the pieces that I held.

And as the frigid blast blusters against
my house, icicles fall into the snow banks
below. Wispy breaths creep from within,
beckoning for me to come home.

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