February's
first snow
In the
darkness of discerning city street lights at 2am
the
garbage overflows,
side
streets and back alleys are painted dank shades, muted brown.
One tiny
snowflake escorts an avalanche
cloaking
dirt and grime in purity
wrapping
the ugliness in new life,
endless
possibility.
In one
tiny snowflake time stops.
Front
walks are graceful covered in bold strokes.
The artist
draws a fat brush against the landscape
where tiny
slits of windows emit amber highlights,
chimneys
puff smoke shadows against the dull sky
trapping
the last particles of light
holding
them tightly into early morning hours,
strong and
beautiful.
Stay Free
-Carrie
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