Francine Witte

THE FIRST SNOW

Not of the season, but ever.

Falling, like it did on unmanned

 

land, sometimes fluttering upwards

in a gentle spin of wind, feathered

 

and swirled as the first thought which

would come up in a much later snow when

 

Human appears and thinks I am a thing,

later, I will have a name and there will be

 

billions of me. The unthought thought,

of course, is how much clearer the snow

 

would sound without the thwack of an ax

or the crackle of fire, without the thud of boots

 

squealing the ice that has no choice but

to give in and split, when the wind itself

 

remembers being wordless and clean.

Francine Witte’s poetry and fiction have appeared in Smokelong Quarterly, Wigleaf, Mid-American Review, and Passages North. Her latest books are Dressed All Wrong for This (Blue Light Press,) The Way of the Wind (AdHoc fiction,) and The Theory of Flesh (Kelsay Books.) Her chapbook, The Cake, The Smoke, The Moon (flash fiction) will be published by ELJ September, 2021. She is flash fiction editor for Flash Boulevard and The South Florida Poetry Journal. She lives in NYC.

 

 

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