Purveyors of the Obvious

winter by nikki giovanni

// December 24th, 2009 // Uncategorized

winter poem

once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower

nikki giovanni

happy winter holidays everyone. namaste.