PROSE
It’s been snowing for two days, yet the pavement is clear. It’s the perfect snow: all beauty, no substance. Sometimes that’s what people think they want.
POESY
It’s been snowing
for two days–
yet the thoroughfares
remain clear.
The perfect snow,
people say:
Beauty,
but no substance.
As for me
I’d prefer
some depth.
It’s worth
the inconvenience.
Eclectic Contemplation 