Thaw – a poem


As winter wends its weary way,
Toward more Spring-like days,
Consider the beauty of nature’s frosty haze,
And icy sheets of purest glaze.
The Magician in Mother Nature,
Turning mere water
Into mystical forms,
And snowy blankets
Covering the truth that lies beneath.
Reality is blurred… And nature’s icy veil
Presents an illusion on the grandest scale,
Until the certainty of the thaw in later days.
All trees equal in the snow,
Ash, Oak, Yew, Pine.
All covered the same.
Until the thaw of their tomorrows.


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