Snow

It sinks like foam beneath my feet
Before my very toes
The hills of dandruff cover peat
And claw through barren roads
The pale sheets
Of paper white
Trek through the earthly soil
Not pausing for a brief respite
From all the brutal toil
The snow awaits the rays of light
The sun brings to its skin
And waits in shadows of the night
For winter to begin

poem by Sasha Ioffine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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