I
scratches a windowpane
some strange messenger
unannounced by the dawn
snowflakes had fallen from it
like leaves detached in a cruel autumn storm
II
and above a snow leopard dances in the sky
a cool wind grooms the snow leopard
and he has visions and dreams
as autumn grieves for winter
and winter grieves for spring
III
the earth scorched beneath
the anvil of a hard copper sun
only endless summers now
no snow leopard dancing in the sky
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