Sunday, March 15, 2015

A Patch of Snow

Like an island in a pond of green
a little patch of white thumbs its dirty 
nose and face at the forces of disappearance
by some miracle, 
the sun’s rays, the warming winds,
scraping shovels have missed their objective-
the snow stays, not pure white,
blackened by time’s onslaught
yet still glittering under a clear blue sky

awaiting the clouds.

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