In the wild open west, snow flakes keep falling

Like myriad baby angels knocked down from Paradise

    Blurring the landscape behind the vision

Hunting each consonant trying to rise above

The ground. The day is brighter, lighter &

   Softer than the feel. Soon there will be

      Dirty prints leading to everywhere (or nowhere)

& no one will care how the whole world will collapse

        In blasphemy. The missing cat won’t come to

       Trespass the lawn, nor will the daffodil bloom

To catch a flake drifting astray. Nobody bothers even to think

     About where the season is held up on its way back, how

         The fishes are agitating under the pressure of wintry

         Water, why people wish to see more and more snow

Yuan Changming

Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving his native country. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include eight chapbooks, ten Pushcart nominations, & publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1,609 others across 44 countries.   

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