Glimpses Of White Poem by Madrason .

Like trodden fields of snow
sheeted with dirt
a pureness with a short breath
the brutishness of masses
the stiffness of chains
for a moment gone
but left its' traces
on trodden places
but where faces
steal away
frightened
to fall
like snow
of days
forlorn
but Happy
the dogs and birds
and the cat chasing
its own tail
such tale
of frail chance
a carrot pranked
on the middle of
some naughty snowman
almost in meltdown
I frown! M