Dirty Snow Angels
Some look at a winter’s scene
and smile. Blankets of snow remind them of
powdered sugar.
Sweet and crispy like.
Even their children’s cheeks
(what sweet angels)
are chilly pink reminders
of the fruit waiting for them in spring.
Then there are others.
Those who glare and gag at the sight of a
snowy night. For them the scene is more
a layering of dirty white and fuzzy mold.
The type that covers the black and bleeding
flesh of rotted fruit
thrown at their heads by chilly pink fingertips of
(such sweet angels)
those bored stiff by the time springtime arrives.
by Ramsy
photo by scherbinator
