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.
