Invasion Poem by D. S. Jones

Invasion



Battalions of snowflakes are on the move.
Their presence covers the hillsides
Without a sound of command.
They wait while other regiments
March by my windows.
I watched wondering
Just how soon Spring would attack.

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written February 1990
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