Driving from work to home
in a stupor of weariness
I glanced up while waiting for the light
and saw before me a scene from the Alps.
A sweeping white snowscape
spilled across the heavens
in a swirling, curling, piling
mass of virgin white
with whisper shadows of milky blue
and tumbling terraces
that curved upon themselves,
here smooth and long,
there churning upward
into a trail of snowy froth.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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