a rested moment
sunday night adagio
for strings held my ear
snow grit
by the cold, bright sun
melting near the concrete steps
dirty brown snow grit.
in my cold, bleak yard
no sign of spring to be found
only more snow grit.
lost in cold, dim thoughts
the vernal promise not found
hopeless with snow grit.
by the cold, bright moon
near the concrete steps, freezing,
still winter, snow grit.
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