qarrtsiluni

by Daniela Elza

the snow       was unwelcome.

still     it blooms lilies on the dust
pad    of busy feet 
on signs          with missing letters.

before             the day is over
we plough it              aside.

~
I flip my life              over
like a carpet  on the snow
stomp             to paisley crescendos
of Brownian               emotions

in this city      abscessed
with growth              and cranes.

~
what do we call the lily-of-the-valley
after the valley is gone?
back home we know it as Virgin’s Tear

now acidly sheds      on the surplice 
of cities        where clergy will gather
in peach coloured rooms
to ruminate   over convenient beliefs.

~
another obstacle to overcome
today              melted with  the snow
before              I could          touch it—

this fractal fire           that lingers
on the fringe of a snowflake

before it fails to be white.

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Daniela Elza (blog) has released more than a 150 poems into the wor(l)d in over 50 publications. This year she completed her doctorate in Philosophy of Education at Simon Fraser University and launched The Book of It. Daniela’s book The Weight of Dew is forthcoming with Mother Tongue Publishing (April, 2012). She lives with her family in Vancouver, Canada.