The Art of Seeing Spring Through Snow

by

Diane Klammer

Flowers have spread masses of color
In fields and yards of other states.
In Colorado, brightly blooming pots
Of assorted annuals whisper "spring is here".

Grass begs to grow through snow
Tugging at those blankets with defiant
Green undergrowth.
Yellow composites peek out.

Larger pines with branches
Wrapped in casts
Sag under the weight
Before springing free.

The mountains cut jagged sharktooth mosaics.
Mud and windbent pines boast rugged beauty
Devoid of lush splashes of Lupine,
Mustard and Indian Paintbrush.

Yet the sky speaks a different story.
It swells dark silver, pregnant with rain
Or shows off pink pearl on purple silk
Fringed with orange.

The blue of an evening lake
Turns pottery black in its glaze
Hinting at turquoise.
The sky mingles in.

When the gentle snow flurries along
All pales white.
Within the day the storm melts brown
To snow again two days later.

Such are the moods of the season:
Vibrant blue, passionate red
White, light and soft
As a perfect snowflake on a navy coat.

The area strengthens through change,
Breathes deep into thin air
Panting wild in the scarcity of new blooms
Despite the presence of the city.

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