Poem #4

I hope to churn out a poem a day… because it is April.

A sunny, snowy morning.
Sunny, Snowy Morning

There is something about
The whiteness, 
Snow covered mountains
That glows when 
The sun touches them
That makes my breath
Catch in my throat,
The weight of it.
Pulling down branches
Dusting the tops like sugar
Reflected in the glass
Of the ocean.

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