After the snow, comes the rain
to wash it all away again,
revealing all that it concealed
the greenery and the unsightly feel.
Gone is the beauty the snow brought,
the silence and our quiet lot.
Back to the hustle and bustle
that dominate our lives.
Disappeared that slow pace
upon our lives the snow did grace.
16 January 2010
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-snow/
