++ winter sky ++
The grain of a small snow.
Way of white spider silk
To the ways of us who were too young
It buoyantly drifts buoyantly.
It runs about the sky of winter.
Small grain that shouldered hope
If it is fueled by the wind, it is soon.
Though it seems to put out
It flutters down slowly.
It gets off one by one.
In the melting aspect if you touch
Though delicate feelings are too transient
It is there if looking about.
As it hesitating toward to where
A small desire is carried.
It dances one by one and it gets off.
Interstice of hope and failure
It gets off slowly while shaking.