Even this hot summer
It seems I am not alone
Hoping for a fresh fall of snow.
Energy prices are due to soar
Before November
Shuts down daylight
Adding deaths and destitution
To boost the seasonal misery toll,
But I still cry out for a fresh fall of snow
The air will then taste sharp and clean,
Especially in the red glow of dawn
Brightly promising new beginnings.
Tonight this heat is a wall of fire.
Oh now I long for a fresh fall of snow.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
July 29th.- August 11th. 2022.
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