Friday, January 22, 2010

'The fluff beneath my feet has turned to frozen crust'

The fluff beneath my feet
Has turned to frozen crust
And sunlight melts the snow
That once was such a treat;
Its glory’s come and gone
And flakes have turned to chunks
Of grey and tainted snow
In the light of dawn.
The spring will soon be here
Or will it? I can’t tell
For a cold chill fills the air,
Methinks a storm draws near.
The Sphinx was hid by sand;
Now with grandeur does it stand.
‘Tis no different with the snow
To water it shall go.

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