A Southern Snow

Soft comes beauty in this a rare southern snow.

Crystals integrated in a surreal asymmetrical show.

scarcity befalls this gentle cool white treat.

For seldom does the south of this beauty receive.

I walked outside and stood beneath a whispering pine.

I looked toward heaven and tasted the white kiss of snow divine.

Ah, but in southern truth it will only last for a single day.

Soon the sun will appear and the whiteness will fade away.

Gone now will it be as quick as it arrived.

Vanquished in an instant before my very eye.

For our Southern snows…they never ever stay.

Except in the childhood dreams where they were made.

J. Allen Wilson © 1-16-2008