Billowy snow showers
Have interrupted the rain
Why weather must be so entrancing
No one is ashamed

In two days
It will be the eve of the eve
And the ground will be
Flocked white

I remember the soft red wires
That were stained with the snow
And the way the current melted
When we were caught undertow

So much remembering
When no one wants to
As the snow sticks to boughs
In the canopy of green pines

All these things
Should float forgotten
Yet here they are

The last time I saw them
They were preparing to submit
And wanted nothing more
Than to simply stick

So they’re back again
Attacking the flora
Trying to drown
The needles so vital

Have some be purged
Make others frost and burn
Clean the pine trees
Clean them with snow

Watch the torrenting blizzard
Shape the landscape again
Hear it crunch underfoot
Breath the icicles again

It’s chilling, but welcome
It’s been much too warm here
Come, snow, and float down
Come suffocate the pine needles

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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