the lonely snow


the lonely snow

has no visitors now-

she sits along the trail

refusing to change.

she’s colder than her cousins

but doesn’t seem to mind-

til bugs and bees and butterflies

wake and crawl among the trees,

drunk from their winter’s slumber.

you’d think she’d have a hiding place

somewhere to scatter for awhile

somewhere hidden beneath the boulders

that crown the ridge-summit seats.

perhaps a cave would be a comfort

or deep within a fissure, yet

even that, she will not consider.

if someone’s going that way

be sure and stop and see her,

she may not be long on words

but I’m sure you’ll soon relieve her.

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from,,, and are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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