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Pale cream snow

[E] Wrote this by the Lawrence Public pool. One of the big Pagoda trees was shedding its flowers on a beautiful sunny warm day.

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Pale cream snow

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The pale cream snow of July blows,
bouyed by a gentle breeze that rustles leaves
and greets the yellow lilies.

Pale cream snow, thin layers of scum
upon the pool where children swim,
rests on windshields, does not melt.

Silent like its winter cousin,
stirred up by passing cars, it drifts
and enters dreams where fragrant memories wilt,

scorched by flames of summers past
when these trees were young, too young to shed
pale bract, pale bud or pale pea flower.

When winter's blast's a long forgotten past,
we welcome the pale cream snow of summer.


Kåre Enga © 2004

27 juli 2004