Lake Posted November 18, 2010 Share Posted November 18, 2010 First Snow on a Saturday Morning The drips from the eaves, the drops of white mass from the trees wake up the quiet morning. Oaks and maples shed their leftovers, littering the fresh snow. Evergreens humbly bring their limbs close to their bodies, while shrubs prostrate themselves, like remnants of an army. I take out a shovel, inch along the driveway. The snow is mud heavy with rain. Suddenly, I am attacked by an avalanche. It must be the snow, unhappy with removal, taking revenge on me. I straighten up, smiling. The sky is written with bold strokes of silent boughs. All is quiet, except the swirling leaves, the sieving snow, a stranded car, and my deep breathing. The world is tired. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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