Silver Snow

January 12, 2013
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Sun slices through silver snow
Gives way to a breathing green
A sigh
Of rose-petal relief;
Poor Jack Frost
Falls to his knees
With grief.

Frost screams
Claws clutching
Sun beams
Barely touching
Yet strong enough
And buttery so
Reveals bark
Slicing through
Silver snow.

A cracked egg peeps
A new breath
On fragrant winds blow;
Because the sun slices
Through silver snow.

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