Snow © Dinh Le Doan
Snow Is Falling
Snow is falling. The earth turns white.
Its new skin is as smooth as silk.
The sun hides behind a veil.
I stay confined inside my shelter
while the cedars run between the houses
and collect snowflakes outside.
Running past my window the cedars see
a bear-like creature inside a cave
immersed in dreams.
None sees me. I am the dreams.
