Crystals

The crystals groan, whenever crushed

Under a melting tread.

Snow faithfully fulfilled its oath,

And did just what it said.

In recompense for stinging cold,

This mantle vowed to be

Finer than the finest of white sands

And never slippery.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A snow poem quite different from any other I have read. Another visual piece of brevity. I enjoyed the personification.

Chris