Almost Easter and it is snowing here in the UK - at least in my bit of it at any rate. So no White Christmas but maybe we can dream of a "White Easter"....
White Easter
Frozen feathers
Fall from leaden skies,
Trees like lace
Each tiny twig enrobed in white.
Birdsong hushed,
Our footfalls, muffled,
Tread with care
The icy pathways of the town.
Flowers dream, as we,
Of warmer days,
Sun dappled grass,
And hang their heads to wait awhile
Beneath the snow.
Fall from leaden skies,
Trees like lace
Each tiny twig enrobed in white.
Birdsong hushed,
Our footfalls, muffled,
Tread with care
The icy pathways of the town.
Flowers dream, as we,
Of warmer days,
Sun dappled grass,
And hang their heads to wait awhile
Beneath the snow.
Amararti
AMx
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