Thursday, February 10, 2011


The snow fell
stacking silent flakes
one thin matrix on another
covering winter’s brown and dormant scene.

Fresh cold air,
white kaleidoscope,
changing pickets and tree branches.

Moving texture,
windborne criss-cross swirl.
Soft to touch,
bright to see
against a backdrop, gray.

Dennis Price


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