okay, I admit, the snow is "pretty."
At least in the bright sunshine of mid-March,
when we know it will soon give way,
when the colors are returning to the sky and shadows
when the frost flowers bloom upon the glass
when the sled trails carve down the banks
showing that children still play outdoors
when the icicles long teeth grin from the gutters
and the tree limbs are all outlined in white
then, yes, it is kind of pretty, maybe even kind of beautiful.
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