Snow Path
Ice pile up on window rubbed away.
Sun tasting isicles, drips on sips today.
It may pass May but bitter cold will not relinquish its hold
on bouquet of snow fakes frozen outside.
With a kiss,
lips seal spring of winter green bliss when parting tree bough
red bow heavy cardinal.
Like a card greeting you,
jay laugh out loud, blue wing fowl encouraging smile.
Ever more do snow haunt of grave frolic,
as babies with colic cry,
Squalls whimpering to die as raven fly.
The End.
Copyright © Mylinda Rives | Year Posted 2018
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