Deep Snow
by Richard Greene

Snow came during the night
padding rough fields
with sensuous curves,
burying brown stubble
in voluptuous whiteness.
Then came sunlight
sliding softly over the fresh flakes,
running its fingers
down the hills' shining flanks,
caressing the slope by the kitchen garden,
embracing the house in blue shadow.




 


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