Sunday, February 26, 2017

inside I came to see

and the snow came peeling down
like paint from a garden fence
all about was light
in clotting cream so dense

that I feared to be blinded
as I scooped up the snow
the glance was mild upon it
and who would this beauty know?

I felt the terror of solitude
as I worked upon the art
of making piles of glowing stuff
that shimmered in every part

once I was done the making
inside I came to see
the outside in its palette
of snow and bush and tree

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