there are days
sometimes weeks or more
when my spirit knows
that the purity of newness
the first flakes of snow
have been trampled
covered in ash and fallen smog
my daily exercise
becomes a journey
of hope and expectation
waiting for the magic moment
when sun reveals
a patch of sparkling green
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I’m glad the dirty snow didn’t have the last word. 😉 Lovely poem.
As was I. Thank you!
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