Snowflakes, fine fairy wafers
Morphs a dried out landscape
Into mountainous obstructions
Shocking Marie who stands shaking
Outside her overturned SUV
One ice patch hijacks
Routine, organization and budget
Fine fairy flakes, no two are alike
Delight Jill’s sight
Pulling on a pink snowsuit
She runs joyfully up the mountain
One step sinks her to the bottom
A glance reveals her blue-topped hat
Dragged out she is wild eyed and red
White ice crystals grinning without remorse
Exist without redemptive compassion
Tools of chance and vicious consequence
Marie now plans to be a beachcomber
Trading her office for a small gift shop
Jill who might have climbed Everest
Plans to write fiction in a small ranch house
Reduced by memory into melting snow piles
Lumpy eyesores in shades of grey
Experience reminds us of their evolution
Into nourishing springtime water
A sustaining hope yet forging
A resistance to excessive speed and exploration
Allowing us to live another day
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