White snow and bad girl boots
Slow Melt
Annette Marie Hyder
As the temperature rises
there is a slow striptease removal
of white lacy things.
Streams and inlets swell
rivulets roll dreamily
as the snow melts in a long sigh
breathes softly against the stiff wind
and all the while Winter wears
her thigh-high boots.
She wont take them off
till Spring comes.
Annette Marie Hyder
As the temperature rises
there is a slow striptease removal
of white lacy things.
Streams and inlets swell
rivulets roll dreamily
as the snow melts in a long sigh
breathes softly against the stiff wind
and all the while Winter wears
her thigh-high boots.
She wont take them off
till Spring comes.
Posted by Annette Marie Hyder at 1/24/2011 6:24 PM 
Categories: Weather and Climate, Writing and Poetry
Tags: boots snow melt
Categories: Weather and Climate, Writing and Poetry
Tags: boots snow melt
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