Snow blows
It leaves for dead
Spring blossoms, warm summer
Where footprints lightly tread.
Deep in blowing snow
Hold fast to warmth
Radiating from the fireplace glow
Now is not the time
To let bird feeders run low.
Snow white
Blowing snow covers all
In cold and harsh
But still we know
Its winter white where
Snow blows blowing snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019