Flurry Of Hope MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I can smell the snow

as soon as November begins

and it keeps me going until March.



Always there

hanging in the distance

ready to fall.



The air turns so gray

I can't distinguish

where the sky and sidewalk

meet



and I feel that hope

welling up inside me

for the snow to make

the real world disappear -



sometimes it does,

and sometimes it doesn't,

but the anticipation

is worth the wait.





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