A very fine and dainty dustof powdered sugar snow
was sprinkled lightly on the drive
while I slept soundly through the night
A chunk of white and crusty ice
cracks and crunches where puddles once
reflected sky and cloud
in universes underground
The gray unending sky remains
like covers pulled over our heads
to shield us from the blazing sun
that wants to wake our sleepy eyes
Oh, blessed wind please blow this way
and pull away the blanket gray
for though the sun may blind and stars may chill
they'll pull the cobwebs from my mind
and sweet fresh air will fill my soul.
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