The snow is gone today and now I miss
Its sparkling threads that sewed the soothing sky
Onto the aching land and patched it, this
Preposterous sun is blinding and July
It’s reminiscent of is out of place
I yearn for winter with its falling grace
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
