
soft
like angels dropping grace
on the brown crust
of earth
it falls
in silence and calm, covering
the dead of autumn with
a shroud
of watery pearls, blooms
frozen at their birth
and released as they die
lying
on the soil
that is hard and yet unaware
of the offspring it will
bear
it falls
white and deaf as I watch and wish
I was young again
snowballing
sledding through
whiteness, but my old bones would
break like boughs under the
snow’s weight
Posted by Dr. Hurley on March 28, 2011
https://snakeoilcure.wordpress.com/2011/03/28/winter/