Poem #1

December 28, 2009
As the cold settles over the trees
And a white blanket settles over the roofs,
Wrinkles few and sparse,
And sparkles like a million diamonds
Whose worth is under appraised
By the impatient people who are
“Inconvenienced ” by the beauty
Landing upon them, frail and weak
Until it fades into nothingness.

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