It is as if white clouds have come to earth. <br />The sky is falling. Do you mind, my friend? <br />Moon sheets echo a shining out of time. <br />Tree limbs cripple the cadence of snow's song. <br /> <br />Eyes tell me that you pity the cold glass. <br />You write a letter to me in its frost. <br />Your words weave me a coat of chimney smoke. <br />That shadow is the warmth I hold most dear. <br /> <br />Previously published: Voices Israel<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sky-is-falling/
