Snow so
white that
it glows
blue under
the gray-lit
skies of
something
not quite
night
but
certainly
not the
day nor
twilight
crushes
underfoot
as heavy
sighs
lament
the hostile
whims of
their
ancestral
home.
Composed 04/24/14
Author’s Note: Freak snow storms are common in winter here in Mongolia. I was told, apparently, these storms were man-made to help with the drought issues the country faces. The thought of how much good this would bring the herders did cross my mind this particular day.
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