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Outside in the cold dark The first snow begins to fall, Another sign of Winter’s mark. Starting slowly, gathering speed As the crescent moon rises The dark-white storm will not recede. Silently Falling Single-file Ensuring The descent Is worthwhile. Wave after cold wave The onslaught of these sub-zero flakes Sends warmth to the grave. Or, rather, it is the lack of love, That warmth, which causes snow To fall so great from up above. Then the gusty winds rush in Launching the powder with a howling whine, Cutting through coats, right to the skin. Hours later, as the falling stops And the wind dies down Snow sloughs off in audible plops. Off rooftops, trees And fences, too, A radiant white hue. Woe is the day When that fallen snow melts Turning January into May. For despite all the signs Of new beginnings, my soul Remains dark while all else shines. And I wish, with the snow, The memories of her would melt away Along with The pain she caused So long ago. Such a shame Something so beautiful Plays such a dangerous game.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
A Snowfall Fallacy
Outside in the cold dark The first snow begins to fall, Another sign of Winter’s mark. Starting slowly, gathering speed As the crescent moon rises The dark-white storm will not recede. Silently Falling Single-file Ensuring The descent Is worthwhile. Wave after cold wave The onslaught of these sub-zero flakes Sends warmth to the grave. Or, rather, it is the lack of love, That warmth, which causes snow To fall so great from up above. Then the gusty winds rush in Launching the powder with a howling whine, Cutting through coats, right to the skin. Hours later, as the falling stops And the wind dies down Snow sloughs off in audible plops. Off rooftops, trees And fences, too, A radiant white hue. Woe is the day When that fallen snow melts Turning January into May. For despite all the signs Of new beginnings, my soul Remains dark while all else shines. And I wish, with the snow, The memories of her would melt away Along with The pain she caused So long ago. Such a shame Something so beautiful Plays such a dangerous game.
March 14, 2010 (c) MDC
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
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