Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
A trillion assorted snowflakes
Are catching and keeping the rhythm,
For musically magical, silently sailing starships.
And me, I'm sailing right with 'em.
We turn, double back, in mid-flight,
Our laughter festooning the wintery night.
Unlimited beams are contagiously bright,
Lovingly giving the gift that is right.
Now the starships' bells are ringing.
Their sails triumphantly winging.
They have touched me with their music,
And held me with their singing.
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