After the Storm
by Bob Moore

After the snow fell on gray limbs,
the winds died down,
white layers thinned
and wintry skies turned blue.

The snow slid down from the canopy tips
and swaying crown.
Its rapid trips
stopped short where new mounds grew.

Some large flakes fell and landed fast.
And time would know
they would not last
an hour on the ground.

It was the snow’s unhampered fate
to wait on the floor
in a solid state,
then melt and be root bound.

The snow that stayed along treetops
it liquefied,
and formed snowdrops,
that swung like hanging dew.

And when the light bounced off the beads,
red flecks and bright
blues lit the trees
before they fell from view.



 

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