Upon the Lawn - 0088 - Current Version

Upon our powder lawn tonight
bright crystal carpet, cotton white,
soon morn may dawn, spawn golden ray
to spirit sprinkled snow away.
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Yet with a little luck we might
enjoy the sight and share delight,
until snow thaws in April, May,
with Jack Frost lost to glass display.

(17 December 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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