Snow Again
by Richard Greene

The sky is blue this morning
streaked with gold
but within the hour snow will come,
according to the weatherman.
Somewhere, not far from here,
a continent of cloud is drawing near.
The blue will be drowned in gray,
the gold transmuted into pewter
and the sky will begin to fall
in feathery flakes.


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