Artwork by Marguerite McDonald
The very first sighting
was a fistful of specks,
a flurry
of confetti
or ash.
We call it
Snow on the brain
the doctor tells me
(shrouding the truth
in beauty and mystery
and mesmerizing
solace).
He says it again,
Snow on the brain
but by now I am
drifting
– Published in The Healing Muse Marylou DiPietro