Snow

Snow falls ever so gently,
Dust and and water in their yin yang dance,
Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown,
Forgotten , is that smell of fresh that rise with the dew ,
As the sun smiles , hopes on spring...to future , yet so far...

Just cold seeps and settle , all hopes and scents lost to apathy,

Scant days  and long shadows...days that reflect wretched lives...
( a poem by Pc3-12/10/17)

Yet now the sun shines ,
Ever so brief, beyond the clouds,
Hopes for hope itself,
Dignity  budding ,
Portends to spring ,to warmer days,
To the suns magic, to the unseen and unsung,
 Salve  for hope, to  a future spring ,
Oh Alabama...
The parched earth need some rain and sun,
So the leaves can sprout , for humanity,
Oh Alabama , for beyond darkness....
wake , o Nation  , from hibernation...
From slumber,to the day...
( a continuation  poem by Pc 3- 12/12/17)