amphibi.us

The snow was born from moonlight
in the cold

Just as the midnight yawned and stirred,

Unlocking her mahogany gates and
brushing

Car headlights from her pitch black housecoat.

The creamy white flakes churn in
diving schools

And frothing on the earth they leave

Petit and glistening footprints
where they brushed

The startled streets of San
Francisco.

Unlike the petulant rain, the
snow is graceful

And chooses where it touches with

A Classical aesthetic’s solemn
brush

On stained Postmodern cracking concrete.

The Neo-Platonic spell hangs in
the air

And gradually transforms back to

Pacific shrouding mist that
quickly brushes

The magic from profane detection.

© Santiago del Dardano Turann, 2009

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