The title comes from Sage's comment on the snow, after we ran around in it for a while last night. My thanks. I hope you all enjoy.
Star Flakes
Against the blackness of the woods
the fading blue midnight of the horizon
the wafting snowflakes are stars:
And so the deer, running in the night
is a burning supergiant, a short-lived
firework supernova, a crimson figure
for the stars to tumble
onto as she rushes to meet them
and fade into oblivion,
leaving a chill scent
of comets in her fur.
((I'm doing homework, so I'll link this to the index later.))
*devours* Amazing.
Amazing.
NUuuuuu! I need the poem to
Also, thank you.