Destroyer of Snow.

Snow

Clumps of white snow lay on green trees.

A conquered empire brought to their knees.

With a blue sky as their witness,

The bleed litmus.

The yellow sun, however, brings up the rear.

Promising defeat, even it takes a year.

Surely but slowly he climbs up the sky.

And the clumps begin to melt and noisily die.

Leaves steadily and vibrantly emerge,

Clean and beautiful singing a triumphant dirge.

The Yellow sun climbs higher still.

The white snow drip, drops until the brown earth has had it’s fill.

Now we await the coming of spring

When the earth and the trees will truly sing.