Final Wrinkles Of Winter

The snow was sloughing
Off of the shed roof
Falling over in great sheets
Ever so slowly
Over the edge and
Hanging for a moment
Waiting for just
The right minute to fall
Everywhere I look
The glowing sun shines
Striking in every corner
Of my awoken mind
The feint familiarity
That comes with spring
Loud as the Easter service
Morning bells will ring
And low and behold
In our mountain glen
The final wrinkles on
This past winter will end
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
Descriptive late winter write watching the seasons changing in northern New England. (Poem # 500) :)

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