SLUSH



Surprised by the snow upon arrival in Brittany last winter. How the joy can leave you.

Sleet and hailstones
the one is soft
the other hard
but both are cold.

The icy snow
sticks to my shoes
Let it melt
and I forget

how white and bright
winter can be
how grey and slouchy
when watery.




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