Icy Treats of Winter

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***** Snow and Fantasy

Soft and still, fantasy
angels in it lie,
spread with wings
that cannot fly.

It’s dry and high, or
it’s heavy and wet;
its’ shoveled and moved
however, with great fret.

Digging out all day are
busy bodies leaving drifts; they
uncover sidewalks and driveways
with panting, breathless lifts.

Ice blocks rise and fall
as the temperature dictates,
and the sun beams over all
while neighborhoods participate.

Fluffy white days go by;
children on old sleds of charm
slide down hillsides that
meander across their farm.

Hard and frozen and stiff,
the snow will long stay
if ice-glazed top, or fantasizing,
keeps it from melting away.

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

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