Age: 19
Drifting snow,
cast against the wall -
no chance of escape.
Snow transported to the walkway
is walked on and scarred
with footsteps.
Snow carried to the street
is blackened and stained by
fuel exhaust.
Snow resting on the limbs of trees
is beautiful for a second...
the sun and wind take it away.
But, the snow laying onthe forest floor
remains white and pure
until the birth of Spring.
Background: Must have been an ugly Winter day at college.
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