Onion snow

Dave BontaContemplatif

The March winds have blown wet snow sideways against the trees—

look in one direction and the woods are white; in the other, brown.

The snow sticks to our boot soles, lifting like lids from jars full of spring.

Dave Bonta

Apprendre par cœur : touchez un blanc

have wet snow
sideways the trees—
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