Raking Away the Good

Mums of modesty.

A final indication.

Soon the rays of sun will behold, a different story.

As if,

sandals in the snow could not wait…

One more month.

⊂

Aghast,

are the scores of chores.

Chipping away at an already abolished wood.

Discarded, organic matter.

Never raked away,

for good.

⊂

Dear Mums,

above or below,

ground.

Your appearance is a mere hesitation.

A mere, resignation.

An artistic rendition of snow’s copulation.