Awash In Glory

Pristine glory washes clean the earth with crystals white and pure and sparkling Gone is the marring dirt and trash, hidden by blankets woven with silver thread Its crisp icy lacing drips from the eaves Flakes persist, masses and piles on sidewalks and brick pathways alike Gloves gather flakes that stick like glue making of every child, a child of snow My lungs fill with bright breaths that burn My heart gathers memories for summer days when the heat sizzles, but is dampened by the fingers of remembered slices of cold