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Snow Melt Long winter snow gives way to warming sun a slow melt as temperatures struggle upward weak sun nudges in some heat as car and driver head to work still bundled up, eager for Springtime. Cars nervously round the curves black ice, a dark shadow on the black tarmac the banked snow recedes revealing the yesterday’s of nature frozen tree branches, a wind’s detritus become exposed a couple of crosses left in memorandum for teens driving too fast killed in their prime party time brought to an abrupt end a family ripped apart possibly never to recover. Snow finally gone, melted ice hard brittle molecules, soften to be swept away taken to the rivers and on to the sea crosses bare, await new flowers to be quietly tended a mother’s grieving continued snow melt in your heart see the crosses of the past and let them go washed away with the snow and slush cold hearted no more. Malcolm F. Davidson March 27th 2015
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Snow Melt
Snow Melt Long winter snow gives way to warming sun a slow melt as temperatures struggle upward weak sun nudges in some heat as car and driver head to work still bundled up, eager for Springtime. Cars nervously round the curves black ice, a dark shadow on the black tarmac the banked snow recedes revealing the yesterday’s of nature frozen tree branches, a wind’s detritus become exposed a couple of crosses left in memorandum for teens driving too fast killed in their prime party time brought to an abrupt end a family ripped apart possibly never to recover. Snow finally gone, melted ice hard brittle molecules, soften to be swept away taken to the rivers and on to the sea crosses bare, await new flowers to be quietly tended a mother’s grieving continued snow melt in your heart see the crosses of the past and let them go washed away with the snow and slush cold hearted no more. Malcolm F. Davidson March 27th 2015
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
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