Flakey White Stuff

by

Sunnyone

What’s this I see, falling down from the grey-black sky?
It’s coating everything it touches with a blanket of icy dandruff,
and freezing in place_
I thought it was gone_
The rain of last week rinsed the frozen lather
from the head of Mother Earth,
exposing last fall’s dead follicles,
just waiting to grow new blades_
And now_just when humans were properly fooled,
into thinking Spring,
the flakey white stuff pours without warning...
If you listen closely, you can hear the muffled laughter
of Mother Nature, herself_
She laughs at having such power_
At causing such disappointment_
And at being able to play practical jokes like this,
and we can’t stop her!
Not yet, we can’t_not yet!
She always holds the winning hand_
This downpour is her best effort, all pristine,
and lacing the trees as I watch_
It is so beautiful and glorious in it’s artistic expression_
She is painting in simplistic, virginal white,
on her living canvas that will soon turn to brilliant hues,
of floral rainbow colors_
This flakey white stuff is her primer_
Sent to spark our readiness and hunger for Spring

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Why don't you look at The Unborn Child
by: Dina Dinsmoor
from: Glen Burnie, MD, US

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