A certain stillness
pervades the snow today.
Tired from restless drifting,
a docile powder becomes
its new identity, no longer shifting
but qquiet in its acceptance of melt,
the decay that comes to weather events
and all living things . . .
–Excerpt from “Goodbye to All That” in Hanging Like Hope from the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013).