Freshly Fallen Flakes
Freshly fallen flakes coat the land
and everything in sight.
Suddenly, Nature seems so bland,
when whitewashed white on white.
Color change completed
Autumn has retreated:
its pallet: depleted.
A clean canvas takes
freshly fallen flakes.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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