Snow

What of the grass?

What of the green?

What of the leaves

that fell from trees?

What of the landscape?

What of the road?

What of the house?  --

You could see it before.

Before the snow came 

to swallow them all;

And when spring arrives, 

what of the snow?

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Very good poem. I like it.
The play of the seasons. So true.