Standing in the Snow

It was raining white flakes,

On the hills and on the frozen lakes.

There stood a wooden henge,

Shining dark defiant revenge.

With pillars down deep, biting the snow

As the plot thickened, crying out ‘now’,

Lands slid, quietly, then galloped

Bringing bright burying slopes.


The henge disappeared in time, in a nick

And the flakes stayed frozen still

The wooden roof breathed its cover away

To the plot’s dismay stayed non-stick

Facing the skies, expecting more, until

The pillars gathered strength to make way.

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