The trouble with the March Weather

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Spring Confusion


There is a snow geometry
Men don’t understand.
Preferring to think straight,
They hack it into paths
Cut sharply and quickly.

Snow is a curved beauty
Soft to the point of romantic
Like a forbidden goddess.
Despoiled by their jealousy,
She melts away unnoticed.

It is an unreconciled truth:
They are tempted to roll
Circles of endless sloth
In her unfathomed cold,
But it is beyond reason.