Poem By Sophia Yee, Photos by Connie
A Real Time
snow is here
dreams are not
don’t fool me
this time
wind is heady
icicles on eaves
flow like tears
wintergreen knows
to tell from shadows
if light is found
snow swallows the hill
strokes the roofs
like broken egg white
fences overflow
spring is digging down
snow is here
dreams are not
burn to ashes
like snowflakes
in the wind
Pictures from Boston Common and Back Bay in late winter by Connie.
