How strange it is to see the illusion of blooming flowers
amidst the cold sugar that’s been heaped on the ground.
As the wind races by flecks of powder fall from the spindly branches,
fluttered down like petals.
What a splendid view my eyes have been blessed to view.
I shall store it in memory for I know it won’t last.
This short poem was inspired by the recently snow covered trees. The way the snow covered the trees it looked like some of the trees where blooming white flowers on their branches. It’s a beautiful sight that I tried to capture into words.