Elizabeth Wilson is a tap dance enthusiast and chronic illness advocate, living in the North Carolina mountains. Her poems have appeared in 13th Moon, Asheville Poetry Review, and Cold Mountain Review. She is currently working on revising her first manuscript, This Flight in You.
Flurries
Each arm of each flake,
a happenstance radiating
independently,
longing for symmetry.
Precipitation so exact,
you don’t question
the origin. What’s wrong?
Your lover doesn’t ask
as if you could stop it.
Clementine Unbound 