Winter's pristine blankets
Have seeped into the ground.
Animal scat's like scattered landmines;
Cigarette rubble and plastics
Are strewn about like the aftermath of an earthquake.
I look for survivors.
The thaw has people
Stumbling out of winter
With hands covering faces,
Hiding tears and smiles.
They wave,
As if okay.
Now the season of reconstruction
Begins.
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Devastation caused by winter on natural scenarios as also on human psyche portrayed through this beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.