The Memories of Cold

Deep woods, the silent
The falling snow
The sound deafens

Up through the thickening snow
A small petal borne summer wonder
Still can greet the sky.

Blinding white upon the verdigris fields;
Condensing thick air
Springs children call.

Vegard Magnus Vindheim ©2011

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