Clouds swirl haloes overhead
Petal flurries drift pinkly underfoot
Delicate snowdrifts form
Offering an illusion of winter’s memory
Snowballs formed from these blossoms
Fly apart upon release
Leaving scented fingers tinged like rosy cheeks
We make lavender snow angels tinged roseate
Beside sidewalks that haven’t known shovels
Since being laid
Here in this smoothcurbed place
Receiving benedictions of warm blizzards
Cherry blossoms granting glimpses
Of alternatives
David Trudel © 2013
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Beautiful images. I am not sure if I have weather- or poem-envy…
That’s so sweet to say, Susan. Weather envy might be justified but I am always in awe of your words!
Aw, David thanks! You know the awe is mutual…