In answer to our prayers, she came,
Claiming the land as her own.
Bellows of whiteness blinding our vision,
So welcome was this loss of sight.
A trillion tiny white angels,
star-shaped and intricate in their uniqueness.
Upon the earth formed mounds of
Suffocating the land, yet offering life.
Protecting the spring buds from cold,
Yet cold she was.
Cold enough to warm the heart.
White enough to brighten our souls.
Roxane Whalley ~ March 19th, 2003
In 2000 – 2002, Colorado experienced drought conditions. I wrote this poem in 2003 when I was sitting and remembering the first snow we received, that marked the ending of that drought.
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