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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