When snow arrives
As long forecast,
It sets a scene
That does not last;

But for the while
Snow sits around,
All else remains
Transfixed, spellbound.

 

Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia. Her work has recently appeared in Concho River Review, Mezzo Cammin, and Orbis.

Featured Image: A photo of the rare and disruptive snow deluge in Atlanta earlier this year.


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