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) :)