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The Art of a Snow Fall

A Poem by Loretta Strharsky

Yesterday’s snow painted the sturdy chokecherry branches

with careful strokes working its way across the rough bark.

Eventually the bare tree trunk held the painting at bay.

Undeterred and taking a new look at its artistry,

The snow crafted smooth pottery at the branch forks,

catching swirling flakes en masse for its creations.

In a wispy lilac bush which seemed too frail to hold the snows,

an abandoned grackle’s nest held firm.

Unfazed by the new designs of cumulating snowflakes,

grasses and twigs were still in place holding new additions.

Today’s warming sun erased yesterday’s art,

Providing a clear canvas for upcoming sketches.



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