Looking out my window
For the first time in forever,
There's snow.
It's pretty.
Espically high up.
Accenting the branches,
reviving my backyard with it's icy glow.
It's ugly.
Espically on the ground.
Mixed in with dirt and grime
An old reminder
of lost speldor.
Looking out my window
For the first time in forever,
There's snow,
And it's oh so bittersweet.














Comments
What a lovely image of disillusion, your dirty snow!
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