Dancing Dust

Dancing dust
Buries
The world in white
My patch
No longer
Black
A temporary
Reprieve
Fissures
Momentarily
Healed

Dancing dust
Blue gold
Torturous cold
Comforting warm
Our first home
Sealed in
Violently ruptured
A new life
Captured
An original beginning
Elsewhere
Conceived

Dancing dust
In billions counted
Hours of pleasure
We revel in the piles
Sculpturing nature
Whiling away time
Beware
Of a whiteout
Gloriously romantic
Snowflakes glittering
In the night
A gift to the north
An occasional manifestation
Somewhere south
I’m still captured
Staring
Call it ‘new-comer’ doubt

By Simone Beartrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-01-09