The Snow at the Shore The snow, white as the genesis of morning, as bright as the Sun’s flood on the eye-lids from the deep Morpheus-sleeping in Winter It fills the emptiness that Summer’s exodus leaves ghostly ‘cross the December landscape a wine barrel has a big crown of fluffy dough a frothy keg juxtaposed against the black & blue milieu of this mirthless, deadpanned sky snow fills a wheelbarrow keeled over from no work. A birdbath rises like a pan of popcorn in a garden of Scotch-mist sparkles and swells hot cocoa sprinkled with Macaroon-cream marshmallows leaves a spot of steam on the cabin windowpane; a row of lakeside cottages misshapen, Seuss-like in their drooping hats atop the roiling Lake Old Sol drunk with the wealth of eternal beauty scatters a bazillion shards of glint and glitter on the bonny sea
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 20:57:39 +0000
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