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
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