by Harmony Hodges
"Here she comes again." said the land with a snarl.
"I know your secret." said the snow to the land.
"I don't think you do." said the land right back.
You stay here,
vast and complete,
hard and unwavering -
and I know why." said the snow with a scowl.
"Then tell me, with your incendiary words
of resplendent sophistication,
what is my secret?" said the land to the snow.
"You think you're the best just because you're solid."
said the snow with a scoff.
And before the thrill of melting
took away every last drop
of her icy winter blanket,
she left the land a gift.
A symbol of proof
that she was free to fly.
I live in Portland Oregon in the rain, and sometimes snow.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Interior Christmas (With Snow Angel)'
'Slope of Perfection'