Bosca Dubh

Soft as a shadow on fur
The filling places
Where his footsteps were;
Lost without shape or grime
His path through the level spaces.
How can we certainly know
If this is time
Falling, or snow?

White Darkness, Virginia Hamilton Adair

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• Canada Geese Overhead from A Walk Through Durham County
• Shooting Star from polom.org